Finally after what felt like years he managed to open his eyes. “How long?” He heard his slurred words come out.“From what I saw it has been two...days, we have to go back tomorrow to work. Are you starting to feel any better?” Elizabeth asked him as soon as he’d spoken.“Some,” he slurred out. “I need to get up and start moving again I feel so weak I might need your help.” Ray tried to sit up and fell back becoming dizzier than he had been, as a groan escaping his lips.“You need to rest and. It was like rape. Hell, it wasn't ?like rape?, it was rape. She was being forced to perform a sexual act against her will. That is the definition of rape.She thought about the credit cards in her purse and sighed again. She loved those credit cards. She finally admitted that she had no choice. She was going to be eating cock for dinner tonight.If she was going to do this, then she was going to do it right. She would show Mark that she knew how to treat a man properly. She had time to get to. To my mind, that was how a short-order cook was supposed to act.“Head toward the silos over that way. Turn onto 6th and keep going till you hit 56.”“But I need to be on 77,” I protested.He sniggered. “Same thing...”I could hear the word ‘dummy’ unsaid in that sentence. At least it explained how I’d got so lost while never deviating from the right road.“Aah. Thank you,” I said, and after a few more questions, returned to the car.“There’s no sheriff in this place,” I commented to Summer. “We can. It was late. I’d already been spit-roasted by these two burly East European men. They’d started in on my right after Cyrus had left, using the chain leash to pull me over to the bed and take me. They’d taken turns using my mouth and ass, pumping what felt like hefty loads into their condoms. In the process I’d wound up naked, and they’d left me, panting and spent, lying on the bed with only my lace-trimmed collar and leash. They were laughing among themselves as they spoke to another man, then.