Sam knows she's naked on a blanket. She just can't see it.

The room could not be darker. Blacker than the night. The kind that brings blindness. Are her eyes shut? Or open?

This is Les's luxury RV. She knows that much. And she's in the bedroom.

She pulls at the restraints around her ankles. They're anchored to the bedframe. Positioned to keep her ankles apart.

Sam tries to wiggle her toes. They've long since stopped responding. Feels like they're missing. But they're there. She'd helped cinch the restraints onto her ankles.

She's the one who cut the lights and undressed herself. Who told Les's guys she "wanted to prove herself." Then jerked both of them off in the dark. They left without restraining her hands. Perfect.

There's a noise outside the room. The jagged creak of a door. Then wheels. A grunt. Footsteps.

Footsteps?

They shuffle and scrape the floor.

Sam palms the one thing she has on. Tumbles the lucky raccoon penis jewelry around her neck. Its slim profile curves upward like a saber.

The door opens. A fire of light ignites the room.

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