All I could do was cry as he untied me. Both my arms and legs were stiff and numb: it felt like they were too big, too heavy, too different to be a part of me. Is my whole body fast asleep? Again, I tried to move, tried to hit him, kicked him. And again, my efforts yielded only twitching and jerky movements. Desperate, I lay there. I really want to be sober again. I want to run away. I want to resist. I want to hurt him. But I can not. He kept the blindfold on and lifted me off the bed, very carefully. I felt myself levitating and floating in the darkness. My heavy head rests on his arm. I can feel his arms. I felt his clothes rub against my skin.
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