That place. That farm - Hope Farm. And that had been the last memory that she had had. Being at that place. Another source of worry - she couldn't remember leaving that place which could mean that she was still there. Fuck knows where 'there' was it had all been so secret!

If Bellinda could have made a noise then she would have. But she couldn't. Neither could she look away from the screen. She couldn't blink either because for some reason, or in some way or another now her eyes were being held open. The lids felt as though they were hooked back. Even if she flicked her eye balls either left or right or up or down it didn't matter because the screen was so big that it filled her vision. But in any case, something inside her would not let her take her eyes off what was happening on that screen. The free woman pulled the duvet back gently off Bell. She peeled it back very gently exposing the girl. Exposing her in all her glory it must be said. She was lying almost in a sensuous S shape, one of her long legs bent and the knee and raised a little and the other leg straight. The legs were slightly parted. She was naked except for the tiniest of thongs that covered what appeared to be a hairless smooth mound. The camera person was careful, and 'thoughtful' in letting the lens roam at will over the eighteen year old as she slept peacefully and obliviously to the unfolding drama, or trauma in the room. Bellinda could feel her heart beating, but it was beating somewhere distant, very distant. If she could have cried out she would have. If she could have someway given over the distress she was feeling then she would have. But this little show had been minutely and acutely planned and executed and everything either meant to be, or prevented was deliberate.

Bellinda could only watch the gloved woman's hand close down over her daughter's mouth and her nose. Any hope that she might have had that this was some type of warning, or hoax evaporated with that hand pressing down over the nose and face of the girl. Bell's eyes bolted open immediately. Her breathing had just been restricted and then cut off in order to wake her. When she woke it was like she was in confusion, utter confusion. But it was clear that as she woke and her head cleared more and more so she realised there was something very, very wrong. The woman holding her hand over her mouth leaned down to her and whispered. She didn't whispered particularly quietly - she didn't need to - there was no-one else in the house. What's more there was no-one else expected for some time. By that time it would be too late.

"Don't fight and I won't hurt you too much, ok? Just blink once if you understand."

Bell blinked once but it was a watery blink. A solitary tear ran from one eye and the woman wiped it from her cheek with her thumb before lifting her hand away trusting that the girl understood her predicament. She licked the tear from the thumb seeming to savour the saltiness of it. Bell seemed to try to curl into some sort of foetal position - like nature taking its course. The eighteen year old was frightened half to death. She didn't know who these people were or what they wanted. She had been woken out of a deep sleep with some woman holding a hand over her mouth and nose - so it was understandable that she was trying to curl into that foetal position. It was as though she were morphing back into the womb. Just about the only person who could have put Bell at ease right at this point was her mother. Somehow, Bellinda knew that her daughter's life was not in any danger at that precise point. If there was one thing she was dead sure about was that her Bell was not going to be killed. The trouble was that the other options that ran through Bellinda's mind were far worse than death. By now the memories of Hope Farm were clear in her mind.

"Good girl. Now you just try to relax. We'll be as quick as we can here and then we can all be on our way."

The woman prevented Bell from obtaining that foetal position just by sitting over her the way she was. She sat on the edge of the bed and placed the holdall by her feet within easy reach. She unzipped it in one. At the same time she trailed her other finger down the chest of the girl. Right between the swell of the two breasts. Bell whimpered - but then she would.