We enter the hotel room after a pleasant dinner in the restaurant. I am relaxed and the alcohol has already affected my thoughts enough, I look at my husband and periodically I have the thought: “Hmm ... And how exactly should I spread my legs in front of him?...” The lights are off in the room, I don’t expect anything special, it all starts with foreplay and I feel like there was a lot of alcohol, though-why not! ... I feel like my husband drags me to the bed, while trying to get my hands behind my back, but I turn around: “Uuuu, let’s not now?” My husband easily agrees and we begin mutual caresses, but consciousness begins to gradually slip away from me ... Still, I “overdid it today”.

I woke up, and to my surprise, it wasn’t a hotel ... This bastard still drugged me, original of course, but in my opinion - too much. Meanwhile, I’m tied to a gynecological chair. I try to shout out, but I realize that a dilator is inserted in my mouth, of course-I’m completely naked... “ Well, what a kindergarten!” I’m having less and less fun and I don’t like what’s happening anymore. I start shouting something, realizing that now until he “plays enough” I will have to be patient, so let him start as soon as possible. I hear footsteps and a man in a dressing gown appears in the doorway, and when he comes out into the light-I flinch as if from an electric shock - it’s not my husband!

“Is the screamer awake?” Well, let’s do you now!

I try to pull away, and this time I’m serious, but of course it doesn’t work. My neck is encircled by a wide leather collar, which my captor attaches to the chair, and he does the same with my waist. Only now do I notice the medical cart with the instruments that terrify me. The kidnapper takes the clip and shoves it into my mouth. I start to whimper, as if I can’t do anything. He grabs my tongue painfully and pulls it out. In my head, I no longer think about what happened, but rather what will happen to me next: “What does he want? Piercings?” But no, to my horror I’m wrong - the kidnapper takes a scalpel, I close my eyes in the hope of a miraculous escape, but I realize that in vain. I feel a very strong pain and blood on my tongue. The kidnapper begins to swab my mouth with a swab. I had already decided that they had decided to cut off my tongue, but I saw a piercing gun in the man’s hands, I did not want to know what he would do. My tormentor removes the Collar, but takes out a kind of hoop and covers my forehead with it (apparently there is a place for fixing it on the headrest of the chair) Now my head is not mobile, and in the hands of the man again a scalpel, I feel bad, either from blood, or because I did not come to myself after alcohol or sleeping pills. The “surgeon” seems to notice this and holds the ammonia to my nose.

“You’ll switch off when I tell you to, you cunt!”

I can feel it on my neck, smearing my throat with iodine or something ... Oh, my God, what’s going to happen to me? After all, I lost consciousness, or maybe the kidnapper gave me an injection-I don’t know.