<div class="floatleft">(http://i43.tinypic.com/66fbtf.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_u"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Dianna L. Emerson</span></em></span><br/>The outskirts of Reedland, nearbye<br/>Human<br/>Day 1, Evening<br/>Tagged- Jack<br/><br/><hr/><br/>'Nightmare.' Dianna couldn't even cry. 'The end of the world.' She froze in place, unsure of how this had even happened. 'Rape, forced meth.' he wasn't sure of which scared her more.<br/><br/>Jack seemed pretty set on his own business though, it would likely not matter if she tried to change his mind. But she would have to make an honest attempt to keep her dignity. With the gag in her mouth, now wasn't the time. As his attention drifted, she wiggled out of the mud and laid as comfortably as she could, it seemed like no matter how she positioned herself something was crushed, her shoulder, her hands, her breasts. sitting up was easily the most comfortable way to rest. She found that out quickly and only wished that she could cross her legs. Instead, they were forced together, and she had to sit on them in this position.<br/><br/>'Et eh Ah!' Dianna didn't want to cry, she wanted to be strong er than that, attempting to draw his attention, she tried to force out three words. 'Et eh tah!' Her eyes looked hot, focused, rearranged, almost wise.