Fayth and I didn't know where we were being taken, but we were being taken there strictly. We were both tied with crude but effective chest harnesses, with our wrists tied behind our backs and knees tied together. Our mouths stuffed and gagged with vetwrap, we struggle and scream into our gags as he uses our harnesses as handles to guide us across the field. Our bare feet stumble over the rainy field as we try to keep up, but the combination of wet grass and hobbling has us struggling to keep up. we are thankfully(?) deposited on a concrete slab in front of ramshackle trailer as he walk off into the rain. Perhaps this is all he has in store for us? Perhaps This is our opportunity to escape? Our hopes are dashed as we realize he was just retrieving a van. He bundles us into the back of the windowless truck. Whatever our fate, it seems to lie elsewhere...
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