Thoughtlessly she stepped back, as if to somehow escape the image cradled in her palm, and came up hard against one of the empty desks. Without warning, memories of the night before flooded into her mind - arriving home, feeling compelled to make the call, the inward explosion of her front door and invasion of her apartment. The van, the horrible, beautiful men manhandling her, and the one, standing above her, inexplicably compelling as he bared his cock.<br/><br/>And a strange room, her arms bound behind her, strange clothing on her body that she would never have worn... and someone coming in... herself on her knees... and the memories went hazy, leaving her stock still and stunned.<br/><br/>"Oh... jesus..." she whispered, the word an uncharacteristic squeak.