I looked up to see a man in a HAZMAT suit [With what I now know to be an M4A1 Carbine Rifle]. I noticed four other similarly dressed armed men. ‘P-p...ease don’t shoot me!’ I begged as I dropped the thingy, ‘I’ve already been in a p-plane crash, and swum really fucking far in the last 24 fucking hours! If you shoot me now, I may as well have stayed in the fucking plane!’ I felt some level of cockiness, arrogance and confidence flood me at this point, and was becoming less and less afraid of. Then the doorbell rang and I went to open the door. Deepa and Rajesh were there. I could not see in their eyes. They were not expecting me to open the door probably. So they were looking me in a strange way. They directly went to mom’s room. I closed the door behind me and followed them.“What is this mom, you did it in Seema’s presence?” Deepa asked.“Yes, she enjoyed our fucking, I guess.” Mom told and laughed. “Did you see everything Seema?” Deepa asked me. I nodded positively. “What do you. Xxx I woke up feeling disorientated and cold, and as I sat up I blanched at what Id done in my sleep. My nightgown had lifted itself almost to my neck, my breasts openly out for display and glancing down at my panties I knew they were soaked, and in my left hand I held my small pink vibrator. Didnt I put that away. For a moment I was terrified but glancing up at the mirror in front of my I was almost surprised by how&hellip,sexy I looked. Despite the wetness, or maybe because of it, I felt. I was sitting i'm my room, talking to my current girlfriend and then, after about two hours, I hung up and went to sleep. the next thing I remember is waking up and I was tied up with my face on the ground. I hear steps coming towards me but I couldn't see who was making them. I didn't feel scared because the sound was familiar, yet scary at the same time. I tried to look around but all I could see was one bright light and a big post in the middle of the room. it had wooden walls and a concrete.