It all sounded dangerous, and it was, but the vast majority of the girls transported made it without a problem, other than stiffness and terror at their new surroundings. But that was out of his hands.
The leather hood was applied first. It covered the head, but left the bottom of the face free. Once on, Cheryl’s eyes would be covered by pads that would press into her eye sockets. He took one last look at her face. It was serene and her eyes were watering. The drug had definitely taken effect.
Cheryl could feel herself being packaged, but she could not resist. The drug had overcome her ability to speak and to move. But she had resigned herself to her fate anyway, she would not have resisted if she could. Something, she did not know what, had made he yearn for the touch of this brutal man
