My cell phone is in my backpack, down stairs. Ok XXX He does it again and again and I can feel my hole tearing and stretching to accommodate him. I can hear the TV on down stairs blaring some cop show or action movie. I towel dry and hold the towel around me, waiting for him to tell me what to do next. I scream into the gag, but he grabs my hair and orders me to be quiet. As I try to silently unlock the front door a hand appears next to my head, holding it shut. “Let’s loosen you up just a bit though.”
Again I can hear him digging through his bag. “You were warned. The sun is just coming through the windows, just enough to see outlines of things in my room.
