Maid of the house

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.

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