[Chapter Three: Air, Land, Sea]
My vision did not return but, slowly, sounds began to resolve themselves again around me. I had only the dimmest awareness that I was being carried. I heard Sean's voice again, though I could not make out what he was saying. The effect on me was electric. Panic returned with a vengeance. The pain in my wrist flared when I started thrashing again, and I could feel that my hands were bound.
"She's coming round," Sean said letting my feet touch the ground. "Stick her if you have to." I still couldn't see and Sean had me in a headlock, but I felt Coleen's hands on my arms.
"Hold her still. I can't get her arm," Coleen said.
"Stick her in the ass, then." Sean pulled my neck down and pivoted my face towards the ground until I was nearly bent over ninety degrees. I could feel Coleen start pulling up my skirt, the cool air on the back of my legs, between my thighs. I tried to kick wildly.
"--just go through the panties if you have to." Sean said.
A sudden lance of stabbing white pain. I tried to scream but nothing came out, whether because I was gagged or simply could not make words, I did not know. The fight sapped out of me not so much because of the drug, I hadn't even felt it yet, but the sinking resignation of my failure to resist, to prevail. It was a debilitating recognition that I had lost.
It came on with a chemical taste in the back of my throat. I was still trying to move my limbs but it was as if they were no longer part of me. Instead they were some alien appendages that I had a vague sort of remote control of, a control that was slowly slipping away from me. What had been eyelid movies exploded first into red curtains of light, and then darkened. I fell into a darkness, and all around me the darkness fell in after me until I was overwhelmed by the loneliness; solitary and dead in the midst of a universe that turned inexorably, indifferent to, or perhaps even unaware of, my existence.
(Excerpt from: "Nape of the Earth" Book II in the Flight Risk Series) (Forthcoming)