Amongst the cries of pain, fear, pleasure, and anger one could easily overlook her with a casual glance around the room. Her porcelin frame was almost completely paralized, not only by fear, to a smooth wooden pole in the back of the room. Her long black hair draped across her face only leaving a small window for her big green eyes to peer out from. She knealt on the cold floor, wearing only a black skirt with her sex tightly pressed up against the wood. Her wrists were bound around the pole, arms bent with another rope around her back and forearms insuring almost no movement. Her hand tightly clutched a small key inches from her face.

As she clung to this piece or timber she frantically wracked her brain, but in her foggy state, she could only remember a sly smile and the stern green eyes of the man who bound her there. Before disapearing in the crowd he tilted her chin up, looked deep in her eyes and said, "you are a sweet one aren't you? Don't tremble little one, I see good things in store for you. Forget your old life" He firmly pressed a small silver key into her palm, and walked away.

Completely in shock, she could do nothing but silently stare at her surroundings, blink back her hot tears, and wait.