I have managed to escape a place where I was being held captive, raped repeatedly. I am experiencing random flashbacks to the moment and in one of the memories, I am lying below a line of four or five men.

The first is massive, overweight, and filthy. Towards the back of the line is the youngest of the men, obviously forced to wait his turn because of his youth. Then I am back in the present, in a large house where I know "they" will find me if I do not hide well. I am desperately looking for places to curl up and not be seen.

Another flashback and there are two women wearing inexpensive suits, the kind that are meant to look stylish but never fit properly. They have on a lot of makeup, their hair is styled, and they are standing over where I am lying down, having a panic attack, knowing that the men are about to return. The women realize my predicament and offer to help me by taking one or two of the men off my hands. They assure me that they once were forced to do what I do but look at them now. I realize immediately that this constant stream of rapes is meant to break me down sexually so I can be conditioned to continue serving men sexually without anger, hostility, or fear. I am being trained to submit.

Back in the present, I am still trying to find a place to hide and turn on the television which is showing a Marx Bros film. I leave the television on so it will seem like someone only recently left the room making it less likely I would be hiding there and get under the bed, towards the wall, letting the heavy comforter seemingly fall naturally to better hide me.

Back again in the past, I am once lying down, the large man is standing over me but he seems less inclined to use me this time. Instead, he goes to get himself something to drink. Because the other women have offered to help, I am left alone, without anyone to notice as I begin to make my escape. I walk past a room where I see one of the women standing, her suit hiked up around her hips and open to expose her breasts as two of the men are standing with her, holding her up, as the one behind her takes her furiously. None of the three notice me as I slip past the room.

In the present again, I also curl up as small as I can. My heart and breath drown out the sound of everything, even the television about which I am now having second thoughts because if the men who are trying to find me realize that it still feels cool to the touch they may recognize that it hadn't been on for long and guess that maybe I'm hiding in this room. I am tempted to go out and turn it off again but am too fearful, thinking they may be closer than I think.