“Pizza time!” Charlotte said in a cheerful voice as the door opened. “I hope you’re all hunger-Mmmppphhh!” The delivery girl was cut off as a hand reached out from the dark interior and clamped tight over her mouth. More grabbed her arms and yanked her, pizza boxes and all, inside.

 “This is easy!” One of the goons said, yanking the final knots tight. Charlotte squirmed, the tight ropes binding her to the heavy wooden chair. The young woman gave a frightened whimper through her gag. “Much easier then going around and finding the girls ourselves!”

 Grabbing the back of the chair, he slid it, and its helpless, squirming occupant towards the back wall of the room. Three more girls were already seated there, lashed tight to their own chairs. The captives groaned and grunted in fright.

 “Who should we call next?” A second man asked.

 “How ‘bout the Chinese place on 3rd?” suggested a third. “They’ve got a cute delivery girl to!” He walked over to a table, strewn with pamphlets and fliers for delivery places. Finding the right one, he took out a phone and dialed the number.

 “Yes, I’d like to order a number 7...with fried rice...and egg rolls. Yes, I’ll give you the address...thirty minutes? That’ll be perfect cause I’m very hungry…”