not finished just yet but a good start
Cold with a dampness in the air. Dark, darker than any night. The smell of something fowl in the air. Chloe could not figure out what the smell was. The more she tried the stronger the smell it became. It made her gag. She tried to move. Unsuccessful, her arms and legs were bound. Rope she assumed. “Help!” She screamed with every ounce of energy, but nothing more then a whisper came out. “Fourteen girls in less than two months.