The sound of the car in the drive followed by the thunk of the trunk closing,  footsteps walking toward the house and then finally seeing her..  She closes her eyes whimpering at the sight of Haylee  flung over Lon's shoulder like so much cat litter in a bag.  Not even the man on her lap killing all sensations in her legs and devouring her breasts was this bad,  not the gang rape, or the dozen small humiliations.. small by comparisons.. to seeing Haylee trussed up and helpless in their hands.