What an awful dream, Wanda said to herself as she awoke. In fact, it seemed so real, her body still throbbed with pain. She tried moving her hands to her stomach, where her flesh burned the most, but to her horror, they were restrained. Quickly she opened her eyes and looked to the right, then left.

"Oh, no," she said, seeing that her, wrists were tied to the corners of the bed frame with rope. She then looked down and saw that he feet were also bound. "It wasn't a dream."

"Well, what are we going to do with her?" Mike's voice drifted in from the living room.

"I say we beat her up some more," Brenda replied.

"Why don't we go in there and fuck her?" Jimmy said.

Wanda was so horrified, her voice locked in her throat. So it happened, she told herself. They beat me until I was unconscious, then took me inside. Now I'm lying on my own bed, naked and tied up.

"Untie me!" she screamed out, her mind again exploding with anger. "Mike! Jimmy! You little bastards get in here and untie me… now!"

"Hey, she's awake," Jimmy said. "We gonna fuck her or not?"

"Well, you seem to be the big stud all of a sudden," Mike said. "You go fuck her."

"You don't think I will, do you?" Jimmy said.

"You ain't got the balls," Brenda cut in.

"You just fucking watch me!"

While Wanda listened to this dreadful conversation, her mind burned with fury. If she ever got free, she would call the police and see to it that that little whore, Brenda, went to reform school. And even if it did jeopardize her marriage to Stan, she certainly wasn't going to take any more of this nonsense from her stepsons. She'd have them thrown in jail also. "Hello, Mommy dear," Jimmy said, walking into the bedroom.