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Date Posted: 02.27
Author: Gia
Subject: Inside
In reply to: Justin 's message, "...." on 02.27

(The man spent a full hour in the room with her, and by the time he had left her she was feeling ill.. physically and emotionally sick from the hell she had just been through. He had labored over raping her as though it was some sort of game that he could play, trying to turn her on against her will. It had sickened and appaled her until she had finally been able to just block it all out. Alone, she let the tears fall from her eyes and after a few moments of laying there, completely naked, ashamed and aching, she realized that her ankle had come mostly loose from the bindings and slowly managed to wiggle it free. Using her toes, she managed to wiggle the other foot loose and then shimmied up the bed to use her teeth on her wrists. Gathering the blankets, she sat at the top of the bed for a moment and just shook, crying into the blankets until enough time had passed that the fear returned.. she had to get out of there. Darting across the room, she found her clothes on the floor and wept with relief when she found her phone in the pile. She heard the men returning so she was only able to press send on the phone before stowing it back in place and backing away so they wouldn't know she had the phone. He would hear the next round of her assault.. and perhaps thing to track the phone by GPS.)

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He had nearly shouted in relief when he saw it was her calling back and immediatly flipped open the phone only to pause as he heard the sounds. Bile filled his throat as he closed his eyes and forced it down, his heart dropping to the floor. His poor, beautiful girl, what were they doing to her? His fingers clenched at his side as he refrained from yelling out, not wanting to give her little tatic of turning on the phone away. Instead he immmediatly busted into his office, typing in some cordinates into his laptop and finding out where she was. He frowned a little bit as he focused on the mens accents...was that Scottish? (NT) -- Skeeter, 02.27

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