At least, I know what they want, maybe if I don’t put up too much of a fight I will make it easier on myself. I struggle but am far too petite to fight for my freedom, yet with my mouth covered; I find I cannot even scream to save myself. Without the ability to see, I would find comfort in human voices, but maybe they know that. The anticipation is making me crazy, and the silence is deafening. Though it all I haven’t heard a word spoken, and that thought frightens me. “We want you presentable for the camera, and I like to have an unobstructed view of everything my new toy has to offer.” My instinct is to try to get away, yet with a razor in such a sensitive place, I know I cannot move. The car comes to a stop, and the engine dies, just as a second finger stretches my inner walls. In the dark with this,…this thing in my mouth I can hear an engine start up, and my heart, already
