As soon as Wade and Ed had driven away, the two girls began struggling violently. Their grunts and groans were quite loud, even though they were gagged. Karen was flipping from side to side desperately. So, the blankets gave way, and her trussed body emerged into view. Straining to rise to her knees, she lost her balance and, with a squeal of panic, fell from the bed and onto the carpeted floor with a loud, thud.

Diane still had not freed herself from beneath the blankets. She was jerking, trying to lash out with her legs, but her mighty efforts had merely put pressure on her wrists and ankles. With a great sigh, she fell to her side in defeat. Tears welled in her eyes and she sniffed them back.

Recovering, Karen groaned weakly and began rolling on the carpeted floor. The method in which she was tied had rendered her completely helpless, and she could not roll across the room without scraping her knees or knocking the floor with her shoulders or hips. Soon she was so exhausted and sore that, halfway across the room, she fell to the floor and lay still.

Just then Diane went crazy on the bed. Her harsh groans and muffled screams had caused the adrenalin to flow, and in no time at all she had knocked the restraining blankets onto the floor. The effort had exhausted her, and she lay still, breathing heavily, her heart racing.

Karen once again began rolling across the room. Thank God, the bathroom was only a few feet away! She gathered the remains of her strength and rolled over until she was leaning against the doorway. Thank God, the bastards hadn't pulled the door shut! she thought, knocking it open with her shoulder and rolling into the bathroom.

Once inside, she began looking for the knife, and soon whimpered in defeat. It was nowhere to be found! Had the fuckers thrown it down the fuckin' crapper? she thought.