Abby wakes slowly, her vision blurred. There's a constant pounding in her head. She becomes aware of the room she's in - dark, dank. Basement.
She tries to move, and realises she's tied to a chair. As she becomes more awake she realises the pounding in her head is actually the music from LUST club, more distant now. She's underground. No point screaming, no one is going to hear her.
In front of her is a man she doesn't recognise. He's huge, mean-looking. He moves out of the way, and behind him is Peter.
Abby's heart sinks. She's not going to make it out of this alive.
"Wakey, wakey," Peter says.
Abby doesn't reply. She sees Travis nearby, lounging in a chair. Grinning smugly.
"You really thought you could do what you did, and then run?" Peter says. "You thought I wouldn't find you?"
"Took you three years."
"That's nothing. I'd have waited thirty for my revenge."
Peter moves forward - limps forward. Now Abby grins.
"Hows' the leg?" She asks.
Peter scowls and Abby laughs. She always could get under his skin.
"You think this is funny?" Travis says, standing up next to Peter. "It's over, Abby."
"So this was all a big set up?" Abby says.
Travis bows dramatically. "A nice suit and a sexy smile and you were all mine."
Abby shrugs as best she can with her hands tied.
"I was faking it. You're not my type."
Peter slaps Abby hard across the face. "ENOUGH! Shut that smart mouth of yours."
"Or what?"
Peter wheels a metal trolley in front of Abby. It has all manner of torture devices on it - tweezers, scalpels, mincers, a blow torch. Suddenly Abby doesn't feel as brazen.
"Here's the deal, Abby," Travis says. "You're going to tell us where you hid the money."
"I might even overlook what you did to me, and my brother," Peter says.
"As long as every dollar is accounted for," Travis says.
Abby considers both of them. She has very little chance of making it out alive — especially if she gives up the money.
"It's hidden," Abby says.
"Where?"
Abby shrugs again. Peter slaps her again.
Abby's in deep shit.