I beg my husband to get the money. Hot, scalding tears drip down my face and I don't even think about how he'll see me. I remember seeing his video collection once. On the covers of some, women were being just as humiliated, crying just as hard. I hope he knows this is real and he has to hurry... call the police... I mouth at him... help me.
I am shuddering with the fear. Every time his knife grazed against my flesh I blubbered.
I beg him, and beg my husband, and of course the camera doesn't answer.
But HE does.
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