Chained in the Warehouse

The damp cold of the abandoned Red Hook shipping hangar bit through Vivienne's torn silk blouse, but inside her veins, her blood was boiling with pure, unyielding fire. She sat chained to the heavy iron stanchion in the center of the cavernous warehouse. Water dripped rhythmically from the rusted corrugated roof sixty feet above, splashing into oily puddles on the cracked concrete floor. Outside, the rain drummed against the sheet-metal…