" And as her husband bartered she sipped the sweet liquid while the other man rather embarrassingly stared at her.A strong smelling salt awoke her fro... the deep sleep. She held her head dazed; she was on a hard dusty floor. Looking up she realised she was in a cellar with windows high up just reaching the street. Then she screamed. Her blouse had been ripped open, and as she lay on her back one of the merchants straddled her, his hands massaging her already hardening nipples. "Good god, what. She slowly came back to incremental consciousness hearing similar sounds to her side. Laid low she supposed by that damnably heavy dark wine that all of them had so freely consumed. She made the attempt to rise up but realized something restrained her. Laying her head back she found her eyes focused upon three sets of wide straps tightly poised against the slats supporting the thin mattress heavily occupied just above. One of her companions made a gagging noise as if to confirm her equal. The face I've yearned for. The face of-"Scarlet! I've told you three times now! Wake up or you'll be late for school!"Reality is a cruel mistress.As you've probably figured out from my Mother's exclamations, my name is Scarlet, but my friends call me Scar, which is why nobody calls me that. I was born with a special power: The incredible ability of fuck all. I'm a boring girl by all real measures, middle-class, white, 18-years-old, final year of School, where I'm a straight-B student. I'm. ’ ‘What about canned beans? Let’s go to the ACME.’ ‘Too much sodium,’ he said. I was bouncing even more determinedly. ‘Enjoy the anticipation. Tonight, we’ll get together and have a nice leisurely -‘ ‘Dinner,’ I said. ‘That, too.’ ‘Oh, boy.’ ‘Looking forward to it?’ ‘Am I ever.’ ‘Let’s just do it now and get it over with,’ he said. I stopped bouncing. He’d never said it quite like that. I was disappointed. ‘You’d rather wait?’ he asked in a seductive voice. ‘You have the enjoyment of.