When I walked into my house that night and found two men waiting in the shadows, a million things went through my mind. Obviously, the first was to resist - fight - but the large guns and the fact I was fully outnumbered made me hold that thought. I kept telling myself that they were here to rob me and that soon it would be over. At gunpoint, they talked over what was to be done with me and it was decided to stash me in the basement while they finished going through my possessions. When we got downstairs, the larger one kept his gun on me while the other one pulled me into the small boiler room. My heart froze as they decided I needed to lose "some clothes:". The big one told me that if I was undressed, I'd be less anxious to get free & runoff - and he probably was right, His dark eyes watched as the smaller guy prodded me and pulled at my sweater and skirt. He did most of the work - while the other one just watched, masking the whole experience even more terrifying. Once I was in my bra and pantyhose, the men dug up some cord from an old box and the binding began. Surprisingly my wrists were tied in front of me, but then anchored to my lap making them as useless as if they had been behind me. My legs were pulled apart, stretched and bound top the legs of the old chair and then winds of more cord held me in place. My fingers and legs were tingling and I knew I was to be in for a painful night. The big one said I needed a gag and his buddy shuffled off. I tried to reason - beg - saying I'd be quiet but he just told me that I had no choice. Accept what was coming or.. He didn't have to fill in the rest. The little man came in carrying strips from what I recognized as one of my bedsheets. A large piece was balled up and wedged into my mouth. I though my cheeks would split, but I got it in and managed not to choke when another long strip was wound over my face at least seven times before being tied under my hair. The men left and I was alone in my agony. As the night wore on, the sounds from upstairs told me that robbery wasn't in the plan. I could hear them drinking, laughing And I knew it wouldn't be long before they came back here to but away what few clothes I had left and claim their prize.
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