I don’t remember who I am and how I ended up in these strong male hands. He calls himself my husband, and I... am afraid to look him in the eye." I squirmed and moaned desperately, but my attempts were nothing compared to the force that fell upon me. “Help! Please, someone!” It was like a game of cat and mouse. Three gangster-looking men were playing with me. They were throwing me from hand to hand, instilling hellish horror and exuding extreme pleasure from what was happening. “Who are you?” from here. Otherwise they will carry you out feet first."