Brent:

My name is Brent and I am a refugee from the war in Europe. I got lucky and a gracious lady, named Trisha, offered to let me and a friend live in her home in Atlanta, Georgia, USA. I was glad to get out of the refugee camps. The first one in Europe I was only at for a day before they flew us to America.

I returned from a shopping trip where Trisha bought me and Lana new clothes. We arrived back at her home and Trisha was helping me take my new things to my room. Talking to Trisha as we walked down the hall and into the room, she let me stay in.

I didn't see the changes to the bed and Trisha smiled when she locked the door behind her. She had an easy 100 pounds on me and she pinned me to the bed with more ease than I would like to admit. I didn't know what was going on. Was she some sort of sexual predator? One of those cougars?

Despite being pinned to the bed, I didn't yell. I thought it must be rough play. Trisha held both of my wrists easily in her one hand while she used her knees to keep my body pinned beneath her.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

She replied, “I'm sorry, Hun, none of those clothes we bought will fit. They are all going back.”

I didn't think it was funny, despite her laughter. She quickly strapped my hands to the top corners of the bed, locked in place in some sort of fur-lined cuffs that weren't there before. At least I didn't think they were there before.

She stretched out my hands and she turned. Then she secured my legs in cuffs at the foot of the bed. I wasn't panicked until I saw the rails on the side of the bed. I know those weren't there when I checked out the room earlier.

“Something's not right,” I said.

“No, I assure you everything is going to plan, Brandi. That's your new name, baby girl Brandi,” she said.

Why did she call me Brandi? I started cursing in my native language. My cursing in English is not so good. I knew one word that seemed to fit and I used it.

I screamed, “LET ME GO, YOU BITCH!”

“Naughty baby! Now I have to put a paci in your mouth and teach you better!” said Trisha and she shoved an enormous pink, full-mouth gag between my teeth. She fiddled with it behind my head and I could feel straps across my cheeks.

I tugged against my restraints but they were firm. They looked like some sort of heavy woven straps. She left me there and closed the door. I heard her locking the door behind her. I looked around and the bed was now some sort of hospital bed or something. The design was so a person wouldn't easily get out of bed. That's the best I could do.

I tried to rock the bed as hard as I could. It didn't move and I was sure it must be secured to the floor. I couldn't sit up and I couldn't rollover. My feet wouldn't touch and I couldn't get my hands close to each other. She had me but what was going to happen to me? What was going to happen to Lana?