Sighing, she lay down on the tiled floor and relaxed for a few minutes. God, she was a wreck! Her hair was all over the place. Her knees, hips and shoulders had been scraped raw from the carpet. She had a splitting headache and an overwhelming urge to throw up. Stupid bitch! she thought, angry at herself. She couldn't throw up with her fuckin' mouth taped! She settled down and tried to relax. Her wrists and ankles were nearly numb from the ropes and from the pressure she had put on them in making it to the bathroom. She tried moving her fingers. They were sluggish, but moved. The important thing was finding the knife before they went completely numb!

With all her strength, she got up on her knees and looked all over the room. She was just about ready to scream her lungs out in despair when she saw the knife in the bottom of the tub.

With two painful hops, she made it to the edge of the tub and hoisted herself onto the rim. However, the method in her legs were doubled up behind her threw her off balance once again, and she cringed in fear when she felt herself falling backward into the bathtub. Everything went black just then. There was a harsh thump of more pain somewhere in her head, and then bright yellow stars flew past her eyes.

Karen lay motionless.

Diane had forced herself into a sitting position on the bed. On her knees, she discovered the position had given her a few inches of slack in her bonds. Her fingers were furiously working with the knots at her ankles. God, they were tight! she thought. The men, obviously, had had experience with knots. She wondered how many other girls had been put through this, how many others those dirty bastards had humiliated and raped.

To her surprise, Diane felt one of the knots giving way. Her fingers went berserk then, and in her special spot she had begun breathing fiercely, jerking and straining at the loosened knot. Her movements, though, were too severe for her position, and she, too, shrieked in terror when she felt herself falling roughly to the floor.