Face flushed. At least they couldn’t see the wet patch on my plain cotton panties.Jake very carefully, under the watchful eye of his girlfriend, cuf...ed my wrists together behind the aspen, leaving me with my back pressed against the papery white bark.And then, they both moved back and sat on the trunk of a fallen tree and watched.Watched as I struggled with embarrassment and regret, pulling frantically at my cuffs for several seconds as a surge of panic washed through me. What the fuck was I. I stood up as Natalie held the towel wide in her outstretched arms. She smiled at me and if she'd understood anything of my conversation with Angela, she didn't show it. There was a connection between us now, similar to what Angela must have shared with Petra, an empathy of sorts, although metaphysics and all that stuff had never been never my strong suit.But I could feel her, Natalie's emotions, maybe even her thoughts in some ways. I knew when she was happy or sad, hungry or cold, or any of a. Donnasuddenly felt even more helpless. If there was even a theoretical possibilitythat she could fight her assailant before, now she was immobilised, completelyat his mercy. A large, fully clothed man erupting with rageand ferocious determination and a startled, horrified woman in her nightgown,helplessly cuffed to the bed. One of them held the answers to questionsthe other dared not even ask. Donnainstinctively tried pulling her arms out of her shackles. It wouldn?t work. Shewas his for the. ’ ‘Well, it was my fault in the first place, so it’s the least I can do.’ When Margie walked over and flipped on the kitchen light, it was the first time either of them realized it was becoming darker outside. Almost as one, the two of them walked over to the kitchen window and peered out. A typical summer storm was fast approaching from the West, the clouds and the still distant rumbling becoming more ominous with each passing minute. ‘Well,’ said Charlie, reluctance and disappointment in his.