A tremendous loneliness comes over you.

The duck tape so precariously wrapped around your mouth, the gray plastic biting into your precious skin, your tongue running along the sticky residue. Your lips clamped over the wrapped layers, tears staining your pretty cheeks with clear streaks of moisture.

Rough hands pulling down your skirt, your captor letting the fabric pool at your ankles. How odd.. you felt more exposed in this way, more vulnerable. You almost wished they would just toss the garment aside. Then you would feel at least a semblance of dignity.

An aggressive kidnapper forcing your fragile body over a fallen tree log, the bark scratching at the lower half of your body as your captor thrusts into you roughly.