Ana POV

It took every muscle in my body to stop myself from breaking down into tears. I was new at Grey Enterprises. I had been so excited to work at one of the most prestigious companies in the Seattle district. A party had been held in my honor. If I had known the risks I would not have accepted the job. I had just started not more than a week ago, was this something that was known to happen regularily or was I just one of the unlucky ones. My body trembled as men wearing all black with hoods to cover their heads forced Christian, Taylor and I into a white van. I kept silent. There was nothing I could say or do to get myself out of this situation at the moment so why try. I was just an unlikely girl in the wrong place at the wrong time. When we arrived in what looked to be an old warehouse on the outskirts of town. We were taken inside and bound to chairs then gagged. The shock or the violent terrifying situation had put my body in shock. Time became a blur as I struggled to comply with the demands of these perpetrators. It had been made abundantly clear that they wanted silent compliance, I'm sure dealing with a hostage in shock was not something that would be welcomed.

"What would they do to me?" I thoughts as gruesome visions of torture and rape filled my mind.

"You," The leader demanded pointed his long dark finger at me "Come with me."

I was quickly whisked away across the large empty warehouse to a door leading into a smaller empty room with nothing but an old metal table in the center. they twisted my wrists and arms as I was dragged against my will across the cold cement until I was only a few feet away from the table. Up until this point that had been the only fight I had shown. If I was going to make an escape I wouldn't be able to take these men by force I had to take them by surprise. I was pushed into the center of the room like an item on display. On top of the table was a small dark bag.

"Strip," The black hooded leader yelled

"What?" I asked. I could not believe what he was asking.

"You heard me. Strip," He repeated. His expression was serious and stern.

Would he rape me? A warm sickness flooded my entire body. Any hope that I had been grasping suddenly left me. Stripping would forever change me. It was as though I was removing the clothes that made me me. Forced or not it was a turning point. We had only been here a few hours and already my mind was starting to break down. Was I going to become a sex slave?

"Strip!" He yelled louder "Or my men will take your clothes off for you."

Slowly my trembling fingers moved to the waist of my skirt. My fingers fumbled with the clasp as I avoided eye contact with the men that were visually violating me. I pulled the skirt down to my ankles then stepped out of the garment pushing it off to the side. Next I moved to my blouse, every button that I unclasped pushed me closer to losing what freedom I had. Warm, silent tears ran down my face. I could no longer hide the emotions that I had kept so deep. I removed my blouse, then my bra and lastly with great internal resistance my panties. I hugged my torso trying to hide my nakedness. Never in my life had I felt as vulnerable as I did in this moment.

"Take the clothes," The leader instructed the man standing closest to me.

"Put this on," He demanded motioning for the second man to give me the garments that I now noticed were in his hand "You'll need this where you are going."

I inspected the clothes before putting them on. The dress was something that my grandmother would have worn on the farm except dark. I quickly pulled the long, dark shapeless dress over my head. I was less concerned with what I was wearing and more concerned with why they wanted me to change into it. What were they planning to do with me? The thought sent another uncomfortable shiver up my spine. Without another word the two men escorted me back to the room with Taylor and Christian. One on each arm grasping me roughly.

Christian's eye grew wide when he saw me. He was known as a serious businessman that was known for his concentration and discipline but I could see the concern on his face when he saw me. Could it be the pain he was seeing in my eyes.

You will stay here till further instructions are given." The leader stated his deep voice and thick accent making it difficult to understand.

The leader pulled an outdated looking flip phone out of his pocket. He turned his back to Christian, Taylor and I as he had a conversation in a language that sounded like Spanish, while his two thugs stood guard.

Looking around the room I could see only a few exits, making sure to hide my eye movements. Escape was the only thing on my mind. My freedom was an aspect of my mind that I usually didn't give the faintest thought to but today my entire mindset was changed. Trying hard to focus on my surrounding I tried to formulate a plan as to how I would get my freedom back. I knew that we were still in the US but whether or not we were still in Seattle remained a mystery to me. I knew that if I could get outside of this warehouse I would have a fighting chance but how I wasn't sure. If I could get outside these walls I at least had a chance at survival so that I could get help for Christian and Taylor. Were were the only hostages that these men had? What did they want with us? Was it Christian's money and power they were after or was there something I was overlooking.