"Desperation was beginning to creep into her voice though she was still trying to remain defiant."I'll run away. You can't keep me here!" Think not?" ...aid Vasquez motioning to one of the other men."What are you going to do?" she asked, fear now rising steadily."Just a little insurance," replied Vasquez.The other man reappeared with a rope."Please, don't do this. I'll be good. I won't try to escape." Eventually I am sure that will be the case, but until then we will have to take our own. "There you are, Sammy," she said, peeping over the sea of heads surrounding her. "Help me with one of these glasses of wine."Two of Ned's friends reluctantly stepped aside to let me slide between them. Karen handed me one of three glasses of white wine that were sitting on the hors d'oeuvre table next to where she was standing. "Would you like to dance?" I offered, wanting to move her away from the pack of horny hounds. Even Mr. Oldham was among them, only observing but alertly watching Karen's. She certainly was not creamy now, but washed out, almost pasty. She was trying to look nonchalant again, and again not doing a very good job of it. Her eyes were bloodshot. I think she hadn't slept. She always wore a little bright red lipstick, but not this morning.I was schmoozing with some other tour members. She stood beside and slightly behind me, sipping a diet coke, pretending to listen to people's stories, waiting for a time when attention was elsewhere. From time to time I turned to her. He continued to stroke my body, his fingers tangling with my little blonde curls, however, he wouldn’t increase the pressure, even after I raised my hips off the bed and spread my legs to give him better access. My breaths were coming in sharp gasps, and I was on the threshold, but I would be damned if he didn’t let me cross it. ‘I don’t want to play this game anymore, Nick,’ I said, all but begging. ‘Please–‘ The rest of my sentence died in my throat as Nick attacked my mouth, holding my head.