As I felt the strap tighten around my waist, real panic set in. I tried to twist myself loose but it was no use. Just as quickly as I found myself bound to the table below me, I found my wrists secured above me and my struggle against those restraints resulted in the same...nothing.

My body turned ice cold and felt numb. I shuddered, a foreign tingling running through me from head to toe. I had no doubt in my mind that I was being closely examined. I could feel his eyes burning holes along my skin.

I concentrated intently, listening for sounds, anything and was met with nothing. My tears had stopped as suddenly as they had begun and I was now gulping in air, willing myself to be calm. It almost worked.

I flinched as I felt his hand grasp my ankle and I reflectively tugged it back towards me. His grip tightened and I felt him begin to move my leg outward. I didn't fight him...really...it was more a tightening of my muscles. I stiffened my leg and tried to hold it firm but he was strong and forced my heel into what I realized was a stirrup.

As he fastened a strap around my foot to hold it in place, and thus start the process of holding me wide open to him, I began to struggle in earnest. I fought as hard as I could to twist out of the waist strap and chaffed the skin on my wrists as I yanked on the chains that held me hostage.