She tugged at the nylon cords that held her arms and legs, trying desperately to free herself from the impending doom, but it was no use. She could twist her body, but she was tied so tightly, that it did her no good to move at all. She twisted her head, trying to look at the knots that held her, each one tied with a hangman's professional care. There was no way for her to move, but she tried again anyway, hoping against hope that she could escape. She lifted her body and with all her strength pulled against the nylon cords, but nothing would give except her skin as it burned against the ropes, while trickles of blood ran down her arms from her wrists. What kind of men were they? Were they men at all? Why would they do this to her for one mistake? She panted for breath and closed her eyes
