Once inside the room, Eddie grabbed a length of rope and a roll of duct tape. (A lesson I learned later on is that silence is silver not golden, when duct tape is involved) “Sit,” Mark growled, pushing me over to the bed. Meekly I obeyed, not wishing any more trouble than I needed. Mark climbed onto the bed behind me, holding my upper body still while Eddie tied my legs together, the scratching of the rope I could feel, even through my jeans.

While Eddie tied my legs, Mark’s hands began to roam once more, pushing up under my shirt and coat. I shuddered at the touch of his hands on my skin. His hands started wandering higher and higher till Eddie stood up. Mark swiftly removed his hands and helped Eddie tie my arms to my sides. Thus immobilised they stood up, towering over me. Mark reached for the duct tape, cut off a length and stuck it over my mouth.

Helpless I watched as Mark left to go to the bathroom and Eddie advanced menacingly towards where I sat.