Justine was covered in goosebumps when she regained consciousness. She was groggy. Nothing seemed to make sense. She couldn't move her arms or legs. Something was covering her mouth. And everything looked so blurry. Her glasses were gone. She was practically blind without her glasses. The world around her was a mishmash of blurs. As she laid there shivering, she tried to figure out where she was.
She remembered walking through the parking lot towards her mom's Landrover. Her mom, Samantha, offered to pick her up under the pretense of wanting to make sure she didn't have to walk from work in the dark. But Justine knew she was really just looking for an excuse to show off the absurdly expensive car her step father bought her.
But this memory made things more confusing. Where was she? What happened to her glasses? And why was she so fucking cold? Slowly, a few of the pieces started falling into place. She was laying on the tile floor of a bathroom in a hotel room, and the skirt she'd worn to work that day didn't cover her legs. Then she realized her arms and legs were bound together with ropes. Not good. Then she heard muffled voices coming from the other side of the wall, and the staccato clacks of boots coming closer to her.
"Look who's awake," the owner of the boots said as Justine squinted to see who was coming. "You're probably wondering why you're here, aren't you?" Justine tried to say yes, then realized her mouth has taped shut. The man bent down to her level, and tried to reassure her. "Don't worry. We're not here to hurt you. You're only here because you were there when we grabbed Sammy, and we didn't want anyone calling the police before where had time to deal with her." He helped her sit up, handed her glasses, and introduced himself as Dan. Her vision restored, she started feeling like she might be okay. Dan didn't look like a monster. He looked about the same age as her new stepdad, but about a foot taller and way more athletic. Then, out of nowhere, Dan grabbed her by her hair and pulled her into the bedroom.
On the bed was her mother, Samantha. She was naked, hog tied and sobbing. Her face was smeared with makeup and mascara dyed tears seeped out from the bottom of her blindfold. A bright light was shining onto the bed, making it look like some sort of interrogation.
She wasn't alone. One man sat in a nearby chair, while a second man helped Dan escort Justine towards the bed. As they marched Justine closer, Samantha sobbed even harder, and begged Dan and the other two men to let her go. Her pleas fell on deaf ears. The man on the chair slowly rose, stepped onto the bed, and kicked Samantha brutally in the side.
The sound of Samantha's rib breaking echoed in Justine's ears. This is bad, she thought. Really bad. But nothing prepared her for what happened next. Dan picked up a terrifying large, serrated hunting knife from the nightstand, and pressed it against her neck. She could feel the blade scratching against her throat as Dan addressed her mom.
"You fucking cocktease. This is all happening because you thought you could leave me for that rich new husband of yours. I wasn't asking for the world, Sammy. Just the occasional blowjob to relive the good old days. But you were too good for that - you had to throw your fucking wedding vows in my face. As if saying "till death do us part" to someone would stop me."
Dan pressed the knife harder against Justine's throat. The teeth of the knife bit into her neck. "You stupid cunt. I'll let you choose: you'll either take my cock one last time or you'll watch your only child die by my hand."
"Stop," Samantha whimpered. "I'll do it." Dan joined her on the bed, and removed her blindfold. When Samantha didn't move towards him, he punched her in the same spot she'd been kicked. Samantha howled in pain.
"I'd think you would at least try to please me, given your daughter's life is on the line," Dan snarled. As if to emphasize the point, stepped back and kicked her breasts and stomach repeatedly. This had the intended effect. The fury of his onslaught caused her to lose bladder control. The men laughed as a warm puddle of urine spread over the sheets. Confident she'd gotten the message, Dan moved in to claim his prize.
