 Clarissa regained consciousness slowly. Pain accompanied every muscle contration ; even breathing was agony. She was adrift in a sea of pain. She tried to open her eyes, but was prevented from doing so by a crust of dry cum. She thebestlatinas felt thebestlatinas nasty all over. The laughter of thebestlatinas twenty teenage thebestlatinas boys still rang in her ears. Finally, the realization that she thebestlatinas had been raped and left for dead enraged her enough to lend strength to her image rubbery muscles. She rolled off her back onto her belly, and after resting for about ten minutes, she was thebestlatinas able to pull herself forward some. She headed thebestlatinas uphill, toward the thebestlatinas exit. Whenever she felt her strength thebestlatinas failing, she thought about how the boys had waylaid her, dragged her thebestlatinas into the underground parking garage, and then had used their thebestlatinas switchblade knives thebestlatinas to cut her clothing from her body in itty bitty strips. She thebestlatinas wanted thebestlatinas help. She wanted thebestlatinas justice, but above all, she thebestlatinas wanted revenge. Each pull brought her about a foot closer to her goal. She was on the thebestlatinas third level below ground image. Each level thebestlatinas was about a hundred yards long. One pull roughly every ten minutes. Even thebestlatinas if it took her a week, she was getting out. After three thebestlatinas hours, Clarissa was exhausted. Even her rage failed thebestlatinas her. She wouldn't have even known she had fallen asleep thebestlatinas had thebestlatinas she not been awakened thebestlatinas by thebestlatinas the thebestlatinas sound of footsteps. She tried thebestlatinas to cry out, but thebestlatinas all she managed was thebestlatinas a feeble squeak. In the hollow emptiness thebestlatinas of the garage, it was apparently enough, for after only a thebestlatinas minute, Clarissa felt strong hands on her thebestlatinas, lifting her to a sitting position. She was thebestlatinas carefully sheathed thebestlatinas in a coat thebestlatinas and lifted from the concrete. She managed to squeak out a "thank you."
 "Awake already?" a tenor voice asked. "What with thebestlatinas all you've obviously been through, I thought you'd sleep another couple image of days thebestlatinas."
 "How thebestlatinas long have I been out?" she said, barely above a whisper.
 "Would thebestlatinas you believe almost three thebestlatinas months?" he asked.
 "'Bout thebestlatinas time thebestlatinas you asked. I'm Phil thebestlatinas. Phil Grimble." With that, Phil thebestlatinas pulled back the covers, revealing thebestlatinas the beautiful silk gown he had dressed thebestlatinas her in.
 "Freeze." Phil called from the entrance. Clarissa found thebestlatinas herself suddenly immobile. Phil put his grocery bags into the chair, then removed the notebook deftly from Clarissa's frozen thebestlatinas fingers. "You do realize I can't let you continue like this, don't thebestlatinas you?" he asked. Clarissa's image mind never registered the sensation of the touch, or where she had been touched, but she knew that he had touched her, and she thebestlatinas had gone thebestlatinas limp. She was set onto the table, strapped down, and hooked up to a thebestlatinas machine. Clarissa thebestlatinas lay helpless as thebestlatinas all memories pertaining to this place or its contents were thebestlatinas systematically deleted thebestlatinas.
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