The noise of jet engines ... Pressure on the ears ... Cold ... Shaking ... Taste of salt and metal in the mouth ... Pain in the hands, especially in the wrists, although it hurts them from the very shoulder ... Numbness in the fingers. .. And nothing is visible - it seems, there is a thick bandage in front of our eyes ... and there is no strength even to move the tongue, not so much the body ... In my head there is dregs, a chasm, shapeless, painful substance not capable of thinking ... like a burn, but it’s impossible to get rid of this burning ... I want to drink ... I want to feel nothing ... I want to fall asleep ... But whose voices and laughter, and the body shamelessly touch someone's hands: first the right cheek, then the chin, neck, chest, fingers penetrate the bodice of the dress, find the nipple, slightly squeeze it and roll it ... Then grab the hips and sharply where is unfolded, intercepted under the knees and spreading the legs.

- What a girl! Just look ... Skin, legs ..., - enthusiastically whispering someone's passionate voice with aspiration, and the rude hands of its owner ruthlessly pull aside the panties, exposing the crotch, - Your mother ... All naked ... Let's have some fun, baby ... When can I still have a world-class top model ...

- Listen, you jerk, get away from her ... You chef for her Bosko demolish ... - mumbled someone else, but somehow weakly and uncertainly.

- Fuck you! How will he know if you do not report? - growled the same voice as for the first time, and the same hands pulled her body towards her with her legs apart. On the defenseless vulva walked moist hot member.

In an instant, the whole being of the girl’s prostrate cargo compartment was panic-ridden - muscles came in tone, blood pulsed in the arteries, stomach, chest, throat bound pain warning of imminent danger. “We need to remember!” She repeated to herself, “We need to remember who I am ... Why am I here ... What is wrong with me? Who are they?".

“Look, she woke up,” the one holding her said with a grin.

Immediately his hand touched her face. She dashed away, trying to brush her away, but her hands were firmly tied behind her back, she almost did not feel them to her elbow, except for aching pain, especially in her wrists. She tried to kick, but for serious struggle she had too little strength. But the next second, the bandage was removed from the eyes, and the light was cut through them - not bright, but rather sensitive for her. Squinting, the girl saw in front of her a muscular young man, naked to the waist, shaved bald, with a rude, uncouth brazen grinning mug. He threw aside her bandage, meeting her eyes, in anticipation licked his lips and, teasing, slowly moved his hips, still not entering into it, but continuing to inflame abundantly with the current member.

“Don't,” she croaked, not recognizing her voice, “Please,” the half-numb tongue and lips listened to her with difficulty. What is this nightmare? After all, he should end soon, like all terrible dreams?

- It is necessary, baby ... How can I resist the beauty of such eyes? - mocking and fidgeting, all worriedly declared the man.

The girl moved her legs, trying to free herself, but they were wrapped in pumped up tanned arms, perhaps surpassing her hips in the shoulder. From impotence eyes burned tears. She often blinked, her breathing quickened, her temples throbbed painfully, and a shock tremble passed over her exhausted body. The forces to resist were not there anyway, but the most terrible thing was that she did not understand at all who she was, where she was and why all this was happening.

- Who you are? - She babbled in the hope of distracting her rapist and turned her gaze to the second man, who stood with her hand on the same wall, against which she was leaning back.The wall was sloping, but it was inconvenient to lay down because of the metal beams for securing loads stretching along the entire length of the room.

“Um,” he hesitated awkwardly, immediately straightening up, frowning and clasping his arms across his chest. He clearly observed the fact that his partner was doing, but he could not seriously oppose him by his physical characteristics, and he did not have any authority. This type was younger, still quite a boy of eighteen or twenty years old with a thin blond fringe hanging in icicles, also trained, but thin, short and pale. Loose-fitting jeans dangled from his thighs, showing off a bright, stretchy waistband. The black T-shirt fitted a thin mill, a denim vest added a little volume to the shoulders, but on the whole it was immediately apparent that he was the first to be no match.

- Sereg, maybe the truth is not necessary? She will then tell the boss ..., - he timidly and imploringly finally squeezed himself out of himself, rubbing his shoulders from the cold.

- Moron what? She also lost some sort of crap memory! Sin is not to take advantage ..., - jock grinned, and the girl already felt the pressure of his penis on her entrance and internally shrank, expecting the worst.

- Help! She cried out of her last strength. The cry came out weak and unconvincing - she did not have enough breath, strength, posture was uncomfortable, her whole body was tormented by an ache and her headache increased.

At that moment, some distant door opened and a fat man appeared in her baggy trousers and a T-shirt, which everyone seems to be always wearing, all thick, with a large metal case in a plump hand. The expression of his puffy, thoughtful-anxious face suddenly changed into a surprised and immediately angry one. In an instant, having assessed the situation, he put the case on the floor and with all the speed his fat body was capable of, rushed to the place of the accomplished crime, seized the pitching by the throat with both hands and with all the dope pulled back. From surprise, he fell on his back, not immediately guided what was happening. His hitch was enough for a thick man to pile up an immense knee on his chest and, pressing on him with half of his enormous weight, continue to choke him.

- Oh, you stink stinker! Lustful schmuck! - he was hoarse, splashing saliva, - Last brains dope yourself rotting drugs? Tired of living? Whore you little?

- Hey, hey, Doc, chill! You'll strangle him! - screamed, skinny, restlessly stomping over those who had locked in an unequal duel and trying to pull off the fat man by the shoulder.

“It’s not enough to strangle this shit,” he snarled and pouted, but, however, he let go, crawled off to the side on his knees and, breathing heavily, barely rose to his feet, while he choked and cleared his throat on the floor. Having recovered a bit, the fat man returned to his case and approached the girl. Glancing around her in a somewhat embarrassed glance, he swore viciously.

“I told you, you can untie her!” Her hands were swollen! Idiots! How did it get me to constantly deal with overgrown oligophrenics!

Sweating, snorting and breathing with severe shortness of breath, the dock shook his head, meeting with a stern look with beautiful velvety-gray, like the skin of a purebred blue-gray kitty, the eyes of a girl. In his eyes, she immediately guessed sympathy and, perhaps, admiration. The fat man, wiping sweat from his forehead with a T-shirt sleeve, knelt down next to her, quickly straightened her short skirt, trying not to look at what he was trying to cover, then he opened the resuscitation case, in which even the ventilator and portable defibrillator, not to mention about the wild number of ampoules, syringes, some tubes and other medical instruments and devices.

He helped the girl to turn slightly on her side, untied her hands, looked at the worn, inflamed skin, shook his head in annoyance and shook his head. While she, squinting and almost crying from the pain and recently experienced horror, stretched her arms and looked dumbfounded around, the dock took out a tonometer and measured her pressure.

- How are you feeling?

- I ... I ... don't remember anything ... and my whole body hurts ...

- Nothing. I'll make you a little stick and feel better.

“You ... you want to cut me down again?”

- Not...no, that you ..., - he followed her agitated eyes and hastily added, - And I will look after these fucked up ones. I promise.

The girl did not know what to answer ....