When Tina started to regain consciousness she was already indoors, thrown onto a cement floor; it had happened so quickly, so horribly. Tina pushed herself up and shook her head, staring around at what appeared to be a cell of some sort.

"Shut up slut!"

Tina bristled at the words. Someone was shouting in another part of the building. There was another shout, then the sound of wild sobbing. Tina rose from the floor, noticing a small rectangular window high on the stone wall. It all felt so medieval, she thought, throwing her arms around her shoulders.

She stood, peering through the bars which reinforced the window. Tina thought she could make out barbed wire outside curled and black, with tiny steel points like the short, curly hairs covering her cuntlips. The thought shot into her mind almost by mistake. What on earth could she be thinking of? What could be going through her mind?

"God!"

Tina sobbed, fighting back tears, then came up against the wall where the window was. It was black outside, the sky punctuated by a nearly unbrokened cluster of stars. She wanted to be out there, free of everything around her. Oh, if only she could shout out to someone for help. But there didn't seem to be any buildings out there at least, none she could see.

Then she heard footsteps.

Tina thought of the big man who had torn off her dress, who had fingered her brutally, and finally, who had knocked her senseless. She wheeled around hugging herself, feeling faint as she heard rattling at the keyhole. The door creaked open and he strode in, his body filling the doorway. In the small room he seemed larger than life.

"So, you enjoying yourself? Nice view, especially at night," he said, nodding at the window.

Tina swallowed a lump of fear, tilting her chin defiantly up.