As she sat in the chair, reversed and kneeling, she could hear him going through the closets. He did it quietly, methodically, and even though she couldn't see him, she had the impression that the whole place wasn't turned into a mess. It just sounded as if he picked things up, and put them right back. Whenever he looked in a drawer, she heard a little rummaging, and after that, he would just slide it back.
She leaned forward a bit, trying to find some slack in her bonds. There was none. her knees and wrists were tied firmly together, and though her elbows weren't quite touching,
she couldn't move those more than an inch at the most. The worst was the rope that kept her legs doubled up beneath her, keeping her in this humiliating kneeling position. It was cutting into her upper thighs like crazy.
He had carried her to the classroom on the second floor. She had been heavier than he had expected, but he had managed. At location, he had placed her in a chair at the short end of the table, opposite to the large clock on the right wall of the room.
Then, he had done the tieing. This had been an excruciating job, with her unable and, had she been conscious undoubtedly unwilling, to comply in any way. For minutes, he was moving under the table, on top of it, moving around it. Tieing her ankles, lifting her legs, yanking at her arms, groping for the ropes.
When he had finished, her position looked quite relaxed, with her head resting on the table, between her forearms. But beneath the desk, almost parallel to it, her legs were stretched out in a way that predicted the torture that was to come.
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.