I could smell blood and filth all around me, and I wondered foolishly if I would suffocate before they were able to do anything. I was so sacred that I wished I would. I fought to get loose, and almost did for a second; then they tightened up on me. One slapped me across the face. So I lay still, swearing at them between gasps. A blade was held against my throat. Chapter 2 will be added by Friday at the latest.