8

THE PRESENT.

I pushed the painful memories to the back of my mind, where I had buried them for the past six years. I walked to the wine cabinet and took out a bottle of red wine. I poured it into a wineglass, the night wrapping around me like a cloak.

“You shouldn't think about the past,” I slowly admonished myself.

The house was too quiet as I walked to the sofa and lowered myself onto it. My parents only knew that their daughter was kidnapped for two days and came back a mess. They didn't know the details, and they didn't know my kidnappers.

Even after two days, and finally at the hospital, I still wanted more. My legs were rubber, my body a giant bruise, my vagina bruised from the inside and hurting like hell. Still, my body demanded more.

Till today.

At the hospital, after the doctors had done everything they could, one of them had looked at me and my mother with pity. “I know a lot of date rape drugs, and a lot of aphrodisiacs, but this drug in her system is one that hasn't bee