The man holding you, wearing a blue patterned headband that looked strangely casual for a kidnapping, didn't speak. He didn't need to. His grip was like iron, pinning you against his camouflage-clad shoulder as he hiked deeper into the unfinished maze of the warehouse. "Let me down!" you demanded, your voice echoing off the raw brick. You tried to squirm, but he shifted his weight, his gloved hand tightening to keep you steady. "Keep quiet, and that butt better not make any noise or you’ll be spanked” he snapped, his eyes scanning the empty window frames for any sign of the authorities. "The longer you scream, the harder this gets for everyone." Behind him, a second man followed, his movements twitchy and alert. He carried a heavy red weapon, the bright plastic-like casing glinting in the shafts of sunlight. He kept looking back over his shoulder, checking the perimeter they had just breached. "Is the room ready?" the lead man asked without slowing down. "Bottom floor, north corner," the second man replied, his voice raspy. "Solid steel door. No one hears anything from in there." “Shut up or a spanking”