Darkness. That was what surrounded her as she was brutally yanked from the van and led towards a large building. She could smell salt water; they must have taken her to the wharf on the east side of the city. Duct tape covered her mouth and bound her wrists and ankles together, she couldn't run, scream, or even look at her captors; they had tied something over her eyes. She was alone, frightened, and in one hell of a pickle.<br/><br/>Penny felt herself shoved forward by a rough hand, and she landed on her chest, letting out a grunt. She could hear someone that made her blood turn to ice begin to speak, "So, what's this?" The next voice, a voice that kept cracking despite himself, quickly awoke Penny's memories. "She's my payment. I give her and five grand to you, and we can stop our agreement. She aught to be worth at least three grand." She tried to lift her head and look at the one who spoke, remembering the voice of her neighbor from down the hall. Muffled noises escaped her lips, but were quickly shut up as someone kicked her stomach.<br/><br/>Money exchanged, slave sold to the mob, and the young man left, leaving the poor college student to her fate with these murderous brutes. She had read about some girls getting lost around the city, but she didn't think she would end up like them. The boss, a tall and scarred man who looked every part a crime boss, gave one of his men a nod. "I need to make preparations. Take her to your place for the time being."