Gwen was tied up, stuck in a dark and musty warehouse. The scent of gasoline hung heavily in the air, and for a moment, she felt as though she was about to pass out from the fumes.
She craned her neck to look around at the other hostages, feeling a sense of desperation and despair wash over her. There was a group of armed men standing guard around them, their weapons trained on the hostages. Gwen's heart was pounding in her chest as she tried to think of a way to help everyone and get them out of there.
She gazed around the room, searching for an escape route or a way to overpower the captors. As she shifted her gaze, she caught the attention of one of the men who was walking towards her. His hand reached out and seized her chin, forcing her to look at him. Her eyes widened as he grinned at her, a twisted expression that sent shivers down her spine. "Don't think you're gonna get away now," he rasped, his grip tight on her chin.
Gwen's stomach twisted into knots as the realization sank in that they were truly at the mercy of these dangerous men.