Sally shifted her weight onto the other foot. It was no use. The
small chubby ten year old twisted her body slightly but couldn't
ease the aching from either her arms or legs.
She grunted behind the heavy mouth gag and tilted her head. Had
she heard something? Nothing! What were those soft little things
the man had pushed in her ears? Not for the first time that
afternoon, she wondered, no, prayed, that the nightmare would end
soon. It must be a nightmare-surely. This couldn't be real life,
her arms held firmly by the wrists high above her head. Pulled up
so far she was forced to stand on her tip toes, a feat made even
more difficult due to the fact that her legs were held apart by
some kind of metal rod.