"Sharon, it's 10.00, let's go now. I don't wanna miss the bus" said Naomi. "Yeh okay" replied Sharon. The 17-year-old girls had been attending evening studies at the city college. The drama course they attended started at 7.00pm and finished at 9.00pm. Both girls stayed on late to help clear up and put away the props and enjoyed a cup of tea with some of the other eager students. It was Naomi who had suddenly realised the time and new that they had to make a dash for Fudley Road or walk the three miles home.

It was getting dark when the girls eventually left the perimeter of the college. Luckily it was a warm summers evening and the sun was on the verge of setting. Naomi set the pace as they set off towards the Fudley Road bus stop with Sharon a step behind. "I enjoyed the rehearsals this evening. Hey that Jeff is a good laugh isn't he? He is kind of cute as well" Said Sharon. " Yes, I had a good time. Come on Sharon" replied Naomi picking up the pace "the bus won't wait" "Okay" said Sharon "god these shoes are killing me, can't walk fast in these". She lifted her left leg and removed the stiletto shoe, then the other. Sharon was tall, at about 6ft with long flowing blonde hair with a tanned complexion. She was wearing a short sleeve blouse over her size 36 chest, and a lightweight skirt over her knees. She was a good-looking well-proportioned girl, and she knew it. She enjoyed flirting her "assets" to a point, but did not consider herself to be an easy target or a slut and dressed moderately.

Sharon and Naomi had literally grown-up together having been best friends since they mat as 11 year olds at the local comprehensive school. Throughout the years, Naomi had always shone brighter then her school friend in lessons and exams and it was her idea to do a drama course. Naomi was several inches shorter then her blonde friend and wore a blouse and jeans. Her dark brown hair was equally as long as Sharon but was lightly premed which suited her slightly larger build. Naomi was most certainly the "least-looking" of the two girls and did not have the same ego as her friend when it came to boys. However, being with Sharon was useful, besides her being a best friend. It was easier sparking-up a relationship with boys with "Shaza" around!

They turned into Fudley Road only to see that the number 5 bus was already at the stop. At some 200 yards away Naomi started running. "Christ, it can't already be that time. Sharon, come on" Reluctantly, Sharon chased after her friend in her bare feet but slowed her pace as she saw the off-side amber flashing light on the tale end of the bus begin to flash as the bus pulled away from the bus stop. "Bugger" Naomi slowed up, panting " Is my watch slow?" she adjusted her wrist towards the nearest street lamp so that the face of her watch shone in its reflection. Sharon caught up, her fashion shoes grasped in her left hand. "What time is it?" She asked. "10.17 by my watch. I can't believe that the fucking bus was on time for a change. How much money have you got on you?" said Naomi. "Just the fare" said Sharon. "Why?" "For a taxi" "Just bought the minimum. I'm broke 'till Friday" declared Sharon. "Yeah, same here" replied Naomi. They watched as the bus disappeared into the distance.

Fudley Road was a mainly retail, light industrial and warehousing environment. The buildings that fronted the road were featureless and several stories high. There was very little in the way of residential accommodation in Fudley Road or any other part of the suburb of Greshamville where the girls were located. The road was well lit but there was no other traffic and no other pedestrians. The only noise they could hear was the distant roar of the bus. "We had better start walking" said Sharon, replacing her uncomfortable shoes on her feet "come on". "yeah, it is 10.19 now. Who knows, we could be home by midnight". They started off the deserted street at a slow pace. Both girls chatted about the evening's drama class and of those who attended. It became clear to Naomi that Sharon seemed to like the guy called Jeff; she may have even had a crush on him. That was Sharon for you.

There was a sharp whistle behind. Both girls turned round to see several lads in jeans, T-shirts and base-bull-caps some distance behind walking towards them. They seemed to be wolf whistling and gesturing. The girls concluded that as there did not appear to be anyone else in the road that they must have been gesturing towards them. "Do you know them?" asked Naomi as you could never always tell whom Sharon befriended. "I don't recognise them" She replied "Do you?" "No" "What are they saying? There were four lads, or at least they could only assume from their clothing and build that they were in their late teens or early twenties. One or two of the lads appeared to be brandishing sticks or clubs or something. "I don't like the look of this" Said Naomi "come on" She stepped up the pace and her friend responded. "What's the problem?" asked Sharon. "They look a bad crowd" she replied. Suddenly, there was a shout from one of the gang behind. "Stop you fuckers, or you're goanna get it!"

There was no one else in the road. Sharon and Naomi looked at each other, both aware of the possible danger of being out late at night. Naomi began to run. "Wait" said Sharon, trying to run and remove her shoes at the same time "wait for me"

The girls headed off down the road in flight away from their followers. Sharon looked round to see that the guys were now running towards them in pursuit, shouting at the fleeing girls. "It is no good, they are gaining on us" said Naomi. "Quick, there is a car coming towards us. Let's get some help". The headlights of the saloon brightened as it came closer into view. Naomi ran into the road in the path of the incoming car waving her hands in the air, gesturing the vehicle to stop. Sharon was still on the pavement when Naomi ran in to the road towards the on-coming vehicle. She was in two minds as to whether their panic-stricken run had been a good idea. Maybe the guys behind them did not mean any harm at all. Maybe the guys were just territorial as some of them were in these districts, and that their pursuers, if in fact they were chasing after them, just wanted to see them out of the area or even scare them.

The car slowed and Naomi saw the driver's window being lowered as they were almost opposite each other. Her body ached from the sudden exercise and her breathing was heavy as she placed her arms on the door of the vehicle in order to aid her rest. "Can I help you miss?" said the man in the car. Naomi could not see inside the car very well due to the subdued light but his manner suggested that he was friendly. " Please help, my friend and I.There are these men following behind, I think we are in danger, can you call the Police please?" "Oh I see them," said the man "they are not approaching now. Maybe I have put them off" he put an arm out of the window ad motioned towards the rear door of the saloon. "You girls jump in the back and I will take you to the police station" "Oh thank you" said Naomi "come on" she said to Sharon who was still on the pavement.

The rear offside door of the car slammed shut and the car moved off. The guys who were following them watched as the vehicle passed them. Sharon noted that one of their pursuers was wearing a bright red T-shirt and white baseball cap. The rest of his 'partners in crime' blended into the scenery. There was silence in the vehicle then: "You girls from far away?" the driver asked. "About 2 miles in the opposite direction" said Naomi " We live in Gresham north" "I'm not going that way" replied the driver. "I will drop you off at the Police Station" "Thanks" said the girls.

The car sped on for several minutes taking left and right turns before they eventually turned into a narrow service lane. There were tall buildings either side. "Here we are girls. This is the back of the Police Station, we can enter through the garage entrance" The man pointed the wheels of the large saloon left into a gravel driveway, which lead to a car park beneath the building. "This is the rear entrance to the station, we can park up here in the basement and I will take you upstairs." He said.

Sharon noticed that there were no other vehicles in the basement that could accommodate at least 20 vehicles. She noticed that there was a central enclosed part of the basement that probably housed the staircase, and possibly a lift. "Where's the cop cars?" she asked. "I expect they are out on patrol," said the man. Seemed feasible.

The girls climbed out of the car. Naomi noted that the man was bald, slim, and wearing a waist length leather jacket and jeans. The man immediately put on his sunglasses.

"This way" he gestured, pointing towards the stairs. " I park in here because there is no room out front. Don't want a parking ticket in front of a Police Station." he sniggered.

They followed him up the concrete stairs of the building up several stories. "I don't wanna be rude but is the Police Station on this floor?" asked Naomi who was starting to feel distrustful. "Just behind this door" said the man, opening it before them. The man lead the way and the door slammed shut after the last of them, Sharon, went through. They followed the man into a room and discovered that the only comparison the room had with a Police Station is the ability to hold and restrain.

Sharon was following Naomi and the man. She noticed that the room was badly lit, with moist stone clad walls. The room was dark but the appeared to be a chair, bed and other furnishings. She was trying to work things out when the man turned round with a revolver in his hands. "Don't move you son-of-a-bitches. Over there, by the wall" Both girls stepped toward the wall, which was clear of furnishings. "Face the wall, hands on head" "Look," said Naomi " we only want the Police." The man took the pistol barrel by the hand and swiped the handle of the weapon across the girl's forehead. Naomi went down on her knees, clutching her face. Sharon moved her body towards her friend. "Don't think about it" He gestured the weapon towards her.

Naomi was on her knees weeping. The pain in her head was not that bad it was just that she could not believe that a man could do that to her. Her mind raced in overtime as she wondered who could do such a thing. The light in the room increased as the man turned on the lights and she could see that the room was furnished with a four poster bed, a large wooden chair with arms, hoist, sink, a wall rack with lots of items and other features. It was some minutes before she took to her feet and faced the wall.

"Turn round" said the man "keep your hands on your heads". The girls turned round to see the man wearing a facemask pointing the revolver at them. "Ladies, I have some friends coming round soon, I haven't got much time so I need you to strip for me now!" "But Mister" said Sharon" "Save you shit," said the man "I've heard it a hundred times before. I want you both to remove your clothing, otherwise I will start shooting limbs, understand? Don't look at each other like that. This is a warehouse and so are all the other buildings round here. There isn't a person for several blocks away".