We enter the hotel room after a pleasant dinner in the restaurant. I am relaxed and alcohol has already had enough effect on my thoughts, I look at my husband and periodically I have a thought: “Hmm ... And how exactly is it better for me to spread my legs in front of him?...” The lights are out in the room, I don’t expect anything special, it all starts with foreplay and I feel that there was still a lot of alcohol, although - 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: “Uuu, let’s not now?” The husband easily agrees and we begin mutual caresses, but consciousness begins to gradually slip away from me ... After all, I “overdid it today”.

I woke up, and to my surprise it wasn’t a hotel ... This bastard still drugged me, of course, originally, but in my opinion - too much. Meanwhile, I’m tied to a gynecological chair. I try to shout out, but I realize that an expander has been inserted into my mouth, of course - I’m completely undressed... “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 bathrobe appears in the doorway, and when he comes out into the light - I shudder as if from an electric shock - it’s not my husband!

— Is the screamer awake? Well, let’s take care of you now!

I’m trying to get away, and this time I’m serious, but of course - nothing comes out. A wide leather collar covers my neck, which my abductor attaches to the chair, and he does the same with my waist. Only now do I notice a medical cart with instruments that terrify me. The kidnapper takes the clip and puts it in 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, there are no longer thoughts about what happened, but rather what will happen to me next: “What does he want? Piercing?” But no, to my horror I am mistaken - the kidnapper takes a scalpel, I close my eyes in the hope of a miraculous rescue, but I understand that in vain. I feel very strong pain and blood on my tongue. The kidnapper starts to soak my mouth with a swab. I already decided that they decided to cut off my tongue, but I saw a piercing gun in the man’s hands, I didn’t 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 the scalpel is in the man’s hands again, I feel bad, either from blood, or because I did not come to myself after alcohol or sleeping pills. It seems that the “surgeon” notices this and brings ammonia to my nose.

— You’ll switch off when I tell you, cunt!

I can feel it on my neck as he smears my throat with iodine or something like that ... 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.