He dragged her along the floor by her neck with his crook. Down the stairs now, her head banging against each step. Cold stone. She felt dizzy.
A heavy wooden door at the bottom. They went through it into a dark room. He released her. The door slammed shut.
Tilting her head to the side, she felt blood against her face. It was probably hers. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness. Two more men were here. Both with crooks. In the centre of the room seemed to be a twelve-foot-tall topiary sheep. Its eyes were red. It looked down at her.
‘Shepard’s Bush’ she thought to herself. She’d always wondered where this place had gotten its name.