Slow, haunting music was playing in the background. However, it was only there to cover the fact that the broken warehouse was too scary in its deafening silence. The leader of the gang was waiting inside. They all saw the Maserati parading itself, the owner unafraid of showing off such a car. Who wouldn't want such a thing, even if it could be considered an old model?
Amid the haunting song were the sobs of a woman. She was taken from the street, and they were forcing her to dance with them. Their hands were not even controlling where they land. The woman's white dress was already dirty from all their touching, but she could only sob and dance. Else, a fate worse than death might descend upon her.
Just like that one girl who tried to run away from them. No, she didn't want to get feasted on by these vultures even after she had died.
