Confused and kicked
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On the silly side perhaps. Complete disorientation was the idea.
Funny thing about finding yourself unable to see or hear: you can’t distinguish between two minutes and five minutes. Time gets loopy.
She’d put an elastic hood over my head; the only opening was for my nose. Before that she’d inserted earplugs. Then she’d locked my wrist cuffs to my collar; my ankles together with a short chain.
Faint vibrations told me she was in the room. Where I couldn’t tell.
Until the tip of her boot slammed into my groin. And again. I bent over trying to protect myself.
Her next blow went into my armpit. I’d never been hit there. It didn’t take much force at all. When her boot hit my elbow I fell flat.
There was no way for me to anticipate her kicks. But reflex action made me flinch from the seeming source. Sometimes directly into her oncoming boot.
The kicks weren’t very painful. I think she was just trying to keep my moving. The effects of my scrambling often hurt more than what she was doing to me.
I’d never felt more disoriented and helpless.
