I awoke slowly from the sleep induced from the drug that had been slid in under my skin. My head and heart pounding as one as I realized that I could not move but also realizing that my body seemed to be almost drifting somehow. Shaking my head, hoping to clear it, my senses came back to life. I found myself bound so I could not move no matter how I struggled in ropes that seemed to disappear into the ceiling. It was then that I realized that I was suspended from the ceiling and that my struggles were making me rock slowly back and forth. Looking around I saw others, men and women, bound to walls, to the floor. Some staring sightlessly ahead looking quiet and lost. Others moaning in pain. While others seemed so straight and proud daring anybody to look at them, to touch them. I saw a man standing in front of a woman, her hair shorn, her body pierced. He whispered something to a man who was touching this woman. I saw the exchange of coin and the man leaving. I saw another woman in the corner, so beautiful, her eyes searching… I realized with a start there was a hand on my foot….spinning me around…and around…and around. I heard a voice whisper to me. “Welcome slut.” I felt the sting of his slap on my face as I spun dizzily finally loosing consciousness once again…