I awake two a cornucopia of sensations. Something between discomfort and pain cramps my legs. A cool breeze blows over my body. Cold steel rings my wrists, my ankles, and my throat. 'Holy shit, I've been captured again,' I wonder, 'but by whom? This isn't the fluffy sex play that I enjoyed with Luisa. Marigay? Michael? There's no way it could be Melissa."

I strain my neck against the steel restraints. There is someone else bound ins imilar fashion to myself. Michael. Someone has sliced the poor bastard's nostril wide open and has a stock stuffed in his mouth. 'This has got to be Marigay's work. Fuck. I am in trouble. I wonder what happened to Luisa. God, I hope she hasn't been taken down yet.'

The longer I kneel there, bound to the tree, the more my legs hurt. I've got to get out of these restraints. Stretch. Swallow my pride, what little I have left. Call for help. "Luisa! Luisa! Can you hear me," I cry out, "Someone's captured me. Marigay, I think. Help. Please, help. You've got to get me out of here. Oh, god."