RILEY
I was handed five pairs of gloves that looked like they'd been used to clean every disgusting surface in this building, a rusty metal bucket with dried stains coating the bottom, a brush with bristles so worn they were practically bald. There was a bar of soap that smelled like pure acid, the kind that would burn your skin off if you weren't careful. Sasha grabbed my wrist roughly, her nails digging crescents into my skin as she dragged me through another maze of dark corridors deeper into the bowels of this hellhole.
We finally stopped in front of what had to be the most disgusting place I'd ever seen in my entire life. The bathrooms were located in a section of the club that looked completely abandoned, like nobody had bothered maintaining it in years, maybe decades. The doors hu
