<br/>I thrash weakly at Agatha's comments, gritting my teeth through the tears. I'd like to see how she handles being strung up and raped by lunatics! The inability to respond, to do anything is maddening - the pain of the rape, the helplessness, not knowing what is planned. I try to get control of the tears, sniffling... I can feel the ape behind me getting close, and soon he is spraying into me - a moment of worry about pregnancy is pushed aside. I have bigger things to worry about.<br/><br/>I don't see the ropes being cut, and suddenly my lower half is crashing towards the ground, my knees slamming painfully onto the wooden boards, eliciting a brief shriek of pain. My eyes widen as the noose drops around my neck, but I quickly realize I'm not being choked. Everything is so off balance here - I just want to get thrown into a room with a simple lock and get the hell out of here.