They finished loading into the van; the dark haired man driving the van, the third man who had a shaved head but a red goatee in the passenger seat, and the frightening blonde one in the back with me to make sure I didn’t try to escape even though they had tied my hands and feet together with zip-ties. Indian sex I wailed into the night oblivious to the pain in my throat when it went dry. I started to kick in an attempt to run away but the first unseen man had already climbed into the back and gripped my raven black hair from the tips and worked it through his fingers to pull my head back and press a knife to my throat. “I’m going first,” he said quietly. I stared up at the stars for the moon had forsaken me and allowed myself to numb out on the drugs I had taken.
