I felt another wave of humiliation wash over me, reduced to an object of his derision. I barely had time to catch my breath before the eighth man took his place. Okxxx The trunk opened, and I was roughly pulled out. The sound echoed in my ears, making it hard to think of anything else. I didn’t think much of it at first, assuming it was just someone looking for an address or a place to park. Finally, he cream pied me, leaving me in a heap on the floor, still shackled and handcuffed. The sound of fabric tearing filled the room, mingling with my ragged breaths. Where were they taking me? My captor looked at the timer and then back at me.
