Wendy
I stared at Deena as she stared at me. “Well, are you going to let me use the bathroom?” I asked. “Bathroom is in there.” Deena pointed. “And how am I supposed to use it with my hands taped behind my back?” She didn’t respond. “Peeing on the bed it is.” I said. “Wait.” She left the room and returned with a small but dangerous looking knife.
Deena maneuvered behind me and sliced the tape roughly, pulling it from my wrists. I’m certain she tore hairs and skin. I made my way to the bathroom. I really did need to go. I don’t know how long I was out, but judging from the fact that it is dark out now, I’m thinking about several hours. I sat down to use the bathroom. I looked at my wrists and they were not looking good.
They took my wedding ring and engagement ring. I felt my stomach dro
