I suppose I had an opportunity to escape then, were I not hog-tied and gagged. Whatever chance was there was lost when he jumped down, slammed the van door shut, then hoisted me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carried me inside. I caught a brief glimpse of a rustic living area before he pulled aside a wall-hanging on the rock wall, unlocked a heavy steel door and strode through.
I got an impression of a utilitarian hallway carved out of the rock with flourescent lights hanging from the ceiling, there were doors set into the wall and at first the only sound was his shoes crunching on the floor and my grunts and groans as I bounced helplessly along on his shoulder. It wasn't long before I became aware of muffled female groans and sobs, and I wondered what the hell kind of place this was!
Finally, after many twists and turns through that seemingly endless maze of hallways, he unlocked a door and dropped me on a small mat inside a rough cell. The only other furnishing I could see was a bucket, presumably for elimination. Oh god, I'm in hell!