Green stairs, was all Gina saw as she tumbled down them.
Was this a basement? Where was she? Her last memory was walking out of the bar on 6th Avenue.
Sure she had a few drinks.. maybe more than a few. But she wasn’t drunk.
Surely not drunk enough to have passed out.

A nice looking man at the bar took a shine to her and chatted her up all evening. He left before she did.
He had a tan line around his ring finger anyway. So he wasn’t boy friend material.

Gina told herself she wouldn’t be any guys mistress any more.. no matter how much money he was worth.

Laying at the bottom of the green stairs Gina began to vomit.
Such a dingy cellar. She wondered why anyone would choose such a drab color.

The cellar door opened. She saw him.
In his hand he held chains and a very large knife.

“Stay calm Gina,” he rasped.
The good looking guy from the bar chained her to the wall.
He ran the blade against her breast and she screamed and passed out.
When she awoke again her legs were nailed to the green stairs.