Excuse Me, Mister
Can a helpless, naked young woman get a man's help? “Excuse me, mister, can you help me?” The man walked on by the van as if he didn’t hear me. I tried to shift in my seat a little, enough to turn the window crank with my knee. If I could get it down, even just a bit more, then maybe the next man could hear me. But movement was very hard the way I was tied up. I was completely naked. My arms were bound behind my back, handcuffed together at my wrists and elbows. This had t...