She tried dazedly to move her legs. They were free at least. Strangely, neither was on the bed, that is, they were on the bed as far down as the knees, her feet and lower legs dangled off of either side of the bed.

She pulled her feet back onto the bed. They felt icy cold. She wondered how long she had been lying there like that. Then she put her lack of clothes together with her position and became aware of a slight stinging in her crotch when she closed her legs together. She supposed they had raped her again, even as she lay drugged and unconscious.

She jiggled the handcuffs, trying to pull loose, and moved her hands around the head of the bed, seeing if the cuffs would come away from it. They were fastened around a steel bar that seemed solidly connected to the bed frame. She gave up on that. It had been a slight chance anyway.

It felt like a good couple of hours before the room was suddenly filled with blinding light. She blinked her eyes in pain as someone moved into the room.

"Hello there Detective Connors. Awake at last, huh?"

"Where am I?" she demanded, recognizing Manuel's voice.

He threw back his head and laughed uproariously. "That's the most popular question we get around here. You'd think you at least, would be a little more original."

He sat down on the bed next to her and dropped his fat greasy hand onto her stomach. "Don't worry about that Detective." he said.

His hand glided up and down her belly and abdomen, then slid upwards to fasten around her left breast. He squeezed it roughly, his face appraising her calculatingly.

"You wanted to know how my business operates, didn't you? Well you're gonna find out first hand baby. From the inside?"

"Having fun kiddies?"

She and Manuel both looked up to the doorway of the small room to see a man grinning at them. He was a tall blonde man in his early thirties. He was quite handsome, she reflected, his long hair fell down to his shoulders. He was very broad chested, and in other circumstances might have interested her greatly, but not now.