After the boys had all taken a turn at her, they finally left. Theresa stayed behind on the bed of the master bedroom, soar, devastated and exhausted. In the end, she had had no strength to fight anymore and had just endured the ordeal. Above all, breathing had become a problem, her head encased in the thick, burlap sack, tied off around her neck.
With difficulty, she sat up, her arms still tied behind her back, with plasticuffs around her wrists and elbows. Blind and without the use of her hands it would be impossible to locate her mobile in the mess the boys had made. She had heard them overthrowing furniture, emptying cupboards, looking for money and valuables all through the house.
Well Irene, I'm sure you're very upset to hear that nurse Nicole is now in the hospital with her right arm fractured in three places! And for what?! Just because YOU didn't want her to change the channel!
For hours now had she been rolling around on the floor of the small, dark cell, in the deep Carrandel catacombs. Trashing about, straining her muscles to the max.
Nothing budged: the leather belt harness completely controlled her. And the belts were not even that impressive! It was infuriating: under normal circumstances, she was sure she could have busted loose. The harness had been undoubtedly magically enhanced.
Badhul Rasith was one of the greatest champions of the Badhul Kahni; her strength and speed were almost legendary. During the cowardly attack on the junior Kahnili camp, she had singlehandedly staved off five Buka thugs, unarmed, until enforcements had come to the rescue. And now here she found herself, helpless as a first season Kahnili, squirming in vain, cursing.