The oversized wooden door is kicked open. The man walks inside and looks around to make sure nothing has changed since he last visited. It hasn’t. The building is an abandoned gymnasium with none of the athletic equipment remaining. No basketball hoops, scoreboard, or bleachers. Everything is gone. It is now the kind of space that a fashion photographer would choose for a studio: old brick walls, ancient wooden beams, a scarred wood floor. The man leaves, then returns with the oversized hockey bag over his shoulder. He walks into the middle of the room and drops the bag. From inside, muffled screams struggle to escape. The duffel bag thrashes violently on the floor as Vicki struggles to free herself. The man unzips the duffel bag to reveal Vicki Lee's terrified face. “Hey!” she yells. He slaps a strip of duct tape over her mouth, rendering anything else she says into muffled, unintelligible noises. He pulls her out from the bag, kneels on her back, and duct tapes her ankles together.
