When the fuck scene was over, or perhaps it was supposed to be a rape scene because only the tiny girl who had asked me what was going on had tried to preform and was beaten for her trouble, the lights went out again. We were told to line up according to our numbers. We shuffled tiredly into place. Girl 3 passed out and was drug into place, simply left laying between me and girl two. I began wondering about the carpet on the walls. All of these girls (with the exception of the tiny girl, i checked her number, girl 6) were as far gone as i was, some farther. I couldn't scream, i thought. Why did they need a sound proof room? The big man, Maxie, came back around. He hooked a long board in the floor. The board had manacles attached to it. Two other men attached our ankles to the manacles. And, this is when the mistake was made that would save my life. They didn't notice that the wood at my portion of the board had been splintered by the last person chained there. The girl or boy that came before me had still been strong. They had nearly freed themselves. And, there is power in panic. Even for the weak. “We'll do the first three, take a break, then do the next three.” Lucky number four.
