Chapter 1

Jasmine Gunn grew up in her mom's house in beautiful Quebec, Canada. She was native, meaning her family was originally from those parts a long time ago. The house was situated on a huge terrain and the neighbor house was a few miles down the road. The reserve, as it was called, was a dreadful place to grow up. This is why, when Jazz got the chance to visit a huge city, somewhat like New York in the south of Quebec, she was thrilled. It was her first time in the big city, Montreal it was called. At that time she was 17. She invited her friends, who were all older than her, to go along. They've been there before, but not Jazz. Her mother was very overprotective of her and hardly let her out of her sight. But on this lucky day, Jazz's mom had to take care of some other affairs in another part of the province, leaving Jazz alone.

At 9 PM, her best friend Lee, who was able to drive, picked her up. Her real name was Alena, Lee for short. She was 18 and really beautiful with a somewhat young looking face. Jazz on the other hand, looked old. She looked at least 20. She was about 5 feet 6 inches tall, dark brown hair, thin with a nice tight ass. She enjoyed wearing tight clothes to show off her big breasts, and boy, were they beautiful. They were a size C36. Just perfect. She would have probably been the most stared at girl with her long hair and her gorgeous legs, but there was hardly anyone who passed by her house, and of course, her school was nearby with only 40 students in total. 3 graduated that year, along with her. This was her night to celebrate the end of high school. She was looking forward to this day for weeks. After locking the front door behind her, Jazz started walking towards the stationed car in front of her house. She opened the front door and...

That was a brief explanation of the setting and the main characters involved. The rest of the story is in the first person, Jasmine's point of view. Enjoy!

Hi, my name is Jasmine, and I'm going to tell you a horrible story that happened to me a few months ago. One day, while my mom was out of town, I went to Montreal. It is said to be the greatest city in Canada, like a small New York. Well I went downtown, and I was shocked. There were tall buildings everywhere, loud music on every street corner; strip bars everywhere and a lot of dark alleys. I was careful to stay away from those. Unfortunately, that didn't help too much. I was with my best friend Lee who wanted to take me somewhere I've never been before... a club... I finally agreed to go. The bouncer at the door didn't even ask me for ID, but Lee was stopped.

I remembered her telling me how much that pisses her off, considering she's older than I am. We went in, and sat down at a table, the only one available, in the center of the room. The bar was close by and so was the dance floor. It was the perfect lookout spot. We were trying to find some hot guys who would be able to buy us some drinks and talk with us. We found some dead sexy ones at the bar, and Lee told me to give them the eye and get them to come over to our table. I gave one of them, the taller one, a small smile, just so he'd notice me. He then elbowed his friends and nodded them over to our table, with huge smiles on their faces. I guess they thought they'd get lucky.

They came over and I found out that the taller one's name was Jake, and the other three were Brian, Bob and Damian. They were all so hot I couldn't take my eyes away from them! Jake had blondish hair and a cute pudgy face. His eyes were sort of half moons when he smiled and he had dimples. He looked so innocent! He had big hands and strong muscles that were visible under his tight button-down shirt. Brian was also light haired and strong looking. He had more of a pretty face, something I'd be able to look at for hours.

He had an adorable smile that could make anyone fall in love with him. Then there was Bob. His real name was Robert. He was about the same height as Jake, same hair color too. He had longer hair though, and wavy, with great sideburns and rough stubble around his chin. He looked somewhat like Jesus. That's what his friends called him. Damian was a bit bigger than them, but he was sexy as hell. He wore a t-shirt with a band name on it... Helloween, I later found out, is a power metal band. He had longish hair down to his shoulders, darker than the others, which he kept back in a ponytail. It was hot. Lee and I froze when we saw them come sit down next to us at our table. It was like a dream come true!

They ordered all of us some drinks. It was my first time drinking alcohol, so I had an extremely low tolerance. As you can imagine, after 2 shots of vodka and a bottle of beer, I was pretty fucked up. After a couple hours of talking, dancing and making total fools out of ourselves, we got up to leave. They told us they'd escort us outside through a back door, "a better exit". We were intoxicated at the time, so obviously very naïve. We started following them into a narrow hallway where dismal shadows played sinisterly on the wall. I didn't think much of the situation at the time; I was busy trying to focus on walking a straight line. I felt like I was in a dream, and I wasn't worried. I trust people too easily. It's a flaw I got rid of after that night. Anyways, back to the story. After what seemed like hours of dark corridors, we turned into a big almost-empty room. There were only a few boxes lying on the ground in one of the corners. The first thing I noticed when I stepped into the room was that there was only one exit and it was behind me. The second thing I noticed, the door was slammed shut and guarded by Brian. There was no way out. I glanced over at Lee only to find her unconscious on the floor. Next thing I knew, a fist was flying in my direction and it all went black...

When I came to, I was in a very uncomfortable position. My hands were apparently tied above my head and to a metal pipe. I was lying on my back and the floor was cold and dusty. I looked around the room and I found Lee lying next to me, awake as well. The room was empty and dark and we didn't remember how we got there. As soon as I mumbled something to her, the door swung open and in walked the four men from the bar. I immediately remembered what had happened and started to panic. Unfortunately, that didn't help much.