Maribel had slept late into the morning. She felt satiated, ultra-relaxed, and utilized that time as well to catch up on some homework. Her concentration was periodically interrupted by flashbacks of her amorous escapade with Jose. Her body still felt flush with pleasure, as signs of the passage of his hands over her, and of his recent invasion seemed to linger. A little smile adorned her lips when she thought of the next time she would see him.
-“Fudge! There are no more sanitary napkins!”
Maribel really did not feel like going in to the salon this Sunday afternoon. She wanted to stay in bed and stretch like a kitten, and also curl into a ball. The cramps induced by her menstruation made her wish she could just sleep through the whole ordeal for several days. She would have to improvise with toilet paper for the time being, as she was late for work. She planed to purchase those after work, or during her brake.
Maribel zipped her jacket, as she ventured out to the parking lot of the supermarket. It was a chilly night; the full moon reflected off the top of a sea of cars with a pearlescent beauty, while illuminating her passage.
Maribel rushed to throw her purchases in the back seat of her car, and was about to return her cart to the designated area, when she was stopped in her tracks by a strong arm which held her prisoner from behind. Simultaneously, another hand covered her nostrils and mouth with a cloth soaked in a solution, which she could not determine. Her futile attempts to brake free, and her terror and shock ceased when the solution redendered her unconscious.
After what seemed like an eternity Maribel tried to sit up. She could not move as she realized that her feet and hands were tied behind her, while her mouth was covered with a rag. She traveled unceremoniously inside the trunk of a car, which was probably old due to the fumes and smog she was forced to inhale. This is what probably made her feel dizzy and disoriented she thought.
-“Fudge! There are no more sanitary napkins!”
Maribel really did not feel like going in to the salon this Sunday afternoon. She wanted to stay in bed and stretch like a kitten, and also curl into a ball. The cramps induced by her menstruation made her wish she could just sleep through the whole ordeal for several days. She would have to improvise with toilet paper for the time being, as she was late for work. She planed to purchase those after work, or during her brake.
Maribel zipped her jacket, as she ventured out to the parking lot of the supermarket. It was a chilly night; the full moon reflected off the top of a sea of cars with a pearlescent beauty, while illuminating her passage.
Maribel rushed to throw her purchases in the back seat of her car, and was about to return her cart to the designated area, when she was stopped in her tracks by a strong arm which held her prisoner from behind. Simultaneously, another hand covered her nostrils and mouth with a cloth soaked in a solution, which she could not determine. Her futile attempts to brake free, and her terror and shock ceased when the solution redendered her unconscious.
After what seemed like an eternity Maribel tried to sit up. She could not move as she realized that her feet and hands were tied behind her, while her mouth was covered with a rag. She traveled unceremoniously inside the trunk of a car, which was probably old due to the fumes and smog she was forced to inhale. This is what probably made her feel dizzy and disoriented she thought.
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She tried to keep her wits about her and think. She could not afford to lose herself in a wave of panic which seemed to threaten her sanity. They traveled at moderate speed without stopping at all, where they on a highway? There was no use screaming and rolling about the compacted space, for if they traveled without stopping who would hear her muffled cries?
She could not help herself, as a torrent of tears soaked the smelly rag covering her mouth, and these mixed with her nasal flow. She was feeling claustrophobic in this dark, cold and compacted space. She felt as if she was buried alive! Her biggest fear at this moment was the fear of losing her mind. She was finding it hard to breath in this mobile casket, feeling a shortness of breath as a feeling of cold dread spread throughout her body.
She could not help herself, as a torrent of tears soaked the smelly rag covering her mouth, and these mixed with her nasal flow. She was feeling claustrophobic in this dark, cold and compacted space. She felt as if she was buried alive! Her biggest fear at this moment was the fear of losing her mind. She was finding it hard to breath in this mobile casket, feeling a shortness of breath as a feeling of cold dread spread throughout her body.
She wondered what was in store for her. She cried from the sheer frustration of being impotent to alter the course as vulnerable as she was. How could this be happening to her? Why?
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Her limbs seemed to have gone to sleep. She felt numbness on her right side, which was supporting her weight, while the ropes which secured her hands together, seemed to cut off the circulation of blood. She was a mess. She started sweating a cold sweat, as chills shook her body, and she felt the urgent need to pee.
My God, she didn’t even have a chance to change the balled up toilet paper for the sanitary napkins she had just purchased. How long ago did she buy those? She was losing sense of time and becoming disoriented, as if detached from this ordeal, this seeming just a bad (very bad), nightmare.
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The total darkness and enclosure made her feel as if she was interred alive. She started screaming in sheer terror, her desperate cries muffled by the dirty rag covering her mouth. She succumbed to the imperative need to urinate. She became a sordid mess of tears, nasal drop, menstrual blood, sweat, and urine.
- “God, PLEASE… PLEASE HELP ME!” Maribel prayed fervently as her bound body shook uncontrollably from the tremors and chill of the cold enclosure. A part of her mind which refused to yield to the terror and her precarious hold on her sanity, gave her hope still by remembering a psalm she had learned since she was little. This portion of her mind played this psalm over and over:
- “God, PLEASE… PLEASE HELP ME!” Maribel prayed fervently as her bound body shook uncontrollably from the tremors and chill of the cold enclosure. A part of her mind which refused to yield to the terror and her precarious hold on her sanity, gave her hope still by remembering a psalm she had learned since she was little. This portion of her mind played this psalm over and over:
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“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want, He makes me to lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside the still waters. He refreshes my soul; He leads me in the path of righteousness for His name’s sake.Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; For thou art with me; Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil; My cup runs over.Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; And I will live in the house of the Lord forever.”
Over and over, Maribel recited this psalm. It was her mantra, and a final grasp on her sanity, as if a slit in the casket, allowed a current of fresh, life giving air in – it was a ray of hope.
“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want, He makes me to lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside the still waters. He refreshes my soul; He leads me in the path of righteousness for His name’s sake.Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; For thou art with me; Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil; My cup runs over.Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; And I will live in the house of the Lord forever.”
Over and over, Maribel recited this psalm. It was her mantra, and a final grasp on her sanity, as if a slit in the casket, allowed a current of fresh, life giving air in – it was a ray of hope.
to be continued...
