My back aches with the constant arch it is in. I can't find any relief and my neck feels like it's about to break. The men moving me closer to my friends are rough and don't care that I cry out as they bump me into people. They're carrying me backwards. I am facing the direction I've just left. I desperately try to pull at my ankles again to allow for relief, I feel as if my scalp is coming off. The people in the crowd have quieted down a bit, almost as if they're losing interest in the show. The men carrying me turn a bit to talk to someone and as they do I can see Newbe and Pet, and to my shock it appears as if they are enjoying everything. When a woman spits at Newbe she opens her mouth for the woman to spit a second time! But this time into Newbe's mouth! I am mortified. Surely they can't like this?!

I shut my eyes in consternation, only to pop them open when I hear a woman's gruff voice; "Hey, you got some prison tat's, don't you Charlie?" She is walking up to a tall muscular man wearing a tight-fitting black shirt and blue jeans. "Yup" Charlie says to her and turning slightly, rolls up a sleeve to show her a tattoo. Her head is in the way briefly as she looks at it, I see her hand go up and touch it. When she steps back and turns to point to Newbe and Pet, I see the tattoo. PUNISHER. I squeeze my eyes shut. "Can you do them bitches one?" asks the woman, I quickly pop my eyes open to see if she indicates me but to my relief she is pointing at my friends.

God, what is wrong with me I think to myself. Shame floods through me at the thought that I am relieved she pointed their way. I look again. Now Charlie is brandishing a thin knife at the woman and she has an evil grin on her face and a fistfull of pens. As they start to walk by on their way to Newbe and Pet, I shut my eyes, hoping to stay unnoticed. I hear Charlie say, “She’ll need to be still or else this knife’ll do some real damage” I want to see Newbe and Pet so I be sure they're ok, but the two men carrying me have turned to face the show again.

I am now facing away from my friends and cannot see anything except the men and women at the back of the crowd. The two men drop me to the floor. "Ungh!" I cry as my stomach takes the impact. I grapple for my ankles again and pull for relief. This action brings my breasts higher off the floor and the men and women I'm facing grin and move closer. One man leans down and grabs my ankles. I'm rocked forward until my breasts are laying on the floor. He's wearing steel-toed work boots and I see him lift a foot and move it closer. The foot disappears under my chin. I think he's going to press his boot into my throat so I take a deep breath. Instead, he steps on my nipple with the toe of his boot. My wail of pain and fear escalates as he leans his weight on my nipple. It hurts so bad and I'm sure my nipple is damaged for life. The next words I hear filled me with both relief and fear; "Dammit Hank, you're gonna make Charlie mess up these tats with all that screeching going on! We're gonna have fun with that bitch too, just give it a rest."