They laughed, and walked away, joking amongst themselves, leaving her to her wretchedness.
Somewhere nearby a bird began to chirp.
Later, it felt like a long time later, there were footsteps again. Amy felt hands release the ropes attached to her ankle and wrist cuffs, but was utterly unable to move her limbs in response. Her muscles had seized, become stone. A bucket of water was tipped over her, sluicing off the man’s urine, and still she was unable to react. Someone bundled her up like an awkward rag doll, picked her up off the ground and slung over a shoulder, carrying her petite frame as easily as he would a sack of potatoes. As if in a dream she wondered what would be done to her next…
