I struggle, thinking that by some absurd stroke of luck I can free myself. But when all of my struggling proves useless, I know I’m at the mercy of these foul men. I’m in their hands and hating every second of this misery…
“Damn, Annabelle, why did you do this!” I cry aloud.
The silence answers with a poignant, “Because you needed to be here.” With that, a little sanity returns. But I also realize what a slut I really am, for despite what I’ve been through, I’m still aroused.
I quiet. My body rests from the struggle, and as I do, I feel my anxious heart calming. Surely someone will come to rescue me soon. These are sane men, I tell myself. Cruel and sadistic, yes, but sane.
I imagine them drinking beer upstairs and talking about me… and Janis and Lily and April and Mel, and maybe Sylvi
