The subway car came to a screeching halt, as the doors slid open and everyone inside filed out. One of these people was Shirley Manson, she didn't drive in America much, so she usually used the public transportation. Tonight was no exception she walked up the stairs and back onto street level She had spent the day shopping, since it was one of the few days off from touring. She entered the last store of the day before retiring to the hotel where the band was staying.

It had been a few days since his last meal he wasn't really homeless, bue he had been thrown out by his wife almost a week ago, and he needed some money badly. He had been following some redhead around for most of the day and was waiting for her to walk by the abandoned warehouse down the street so he could mug her and get something to eat. He waited outside of the store for a while until he saw her walk out with two bags of stuff, this would make it easier for him. Sleeping in the warehouse wasn't his idea of a good time, and he had searched the place and in the process found some odds and ends. But the most important two were the dirty loops of rope, and the almost used-up roll of tape.

Shirley walked down the street in the direction of her hotel. It was getting dark and she had to get back before it got much later. She walked down the street since it wasn't very busy at all going this way, taking a back alley wasn't something she would usually do, but it was just this one time. Looking to her right she saw an old worn down warehouse, no trespassing was plastered on the walls of the old building. She dropped one of her bags when she tripped on a piece of trash, she bent down to pick it up, as she did she felt an arm grab her from behind.

His arm held her firmly from behind, she started to scream when his other hand clamped her mouth shut. She could tell he was a bum from the smell he was emitting. She struggled to make noise as she was forced into the large warehouse. The place was filthy, she saw a small shanty at the far end of the first floor. She was being dragged over to it while she was trying to kick behind her, but he kept pushing her forward. She was then thrown to the ground, she felt his weight pin her down as he sat on her and grabbed a piece of dirty rope. Shirley sure as hell did not want to be tied up by that. So she tried to roll away, but his weight was making sure she couldn't move at all.

Her wrists were tied together now, as he grabbed a roll of duct tape. He ripped off a few pieces and came towards her face. As he leaned in close to seal her mouth shut he was kicked hard in the chest by her sneaker-clad feet. She scooted up against the wall and used her feet to push up until she was back upright. She started running as soon as she got up, she was about to run past his crumpled body when her ankles were grabbed. Shirley hit face first on the ground, she was almost knocked out from the fall. He took this time to gag her. The pieces of tape fit tight on her face; you could see the outline of her lips through the tape. She moaned into her gag as her legs and ankles were bound tightly. He had finally got her settled down. He looked in her bags, which were just full of clothes, shoes, and make up. He kept searching until he found what he was looking for: her purse. He grabbed it from the bag, said thank you to Shirley and was on his way.
"HEMMMMMMPPPPGGHH!! HELLLPGGHHHHHHHH!!" She screamed into her gag as she watched him walk out of her view.