I woke up with a pounding in my head and a heavy feeling in my belly. Nothing special, just the usual hangover. No, wait... it was worse, this morning. I was very uncomfortable, somehow. I was lying on my stomach and my boobs were unpleasantly squished under me. My wrists were hurting and my hands felt weird and they were... behind my back?

I opened my eyes and things quickly got even more eerie. My mother and her worst ex were sitting close to my bed, in my room, staring at me.

"Fuck, no! Don't tell me you two are back together! And that this is some kind of intervention!"

Right after saying that (and it came out with a screeching sound, thank to my dry mouth and throat), trying to get up, I realized that my hands were actually restrained behind my back.

"What the fuck?!" I exclaimed, pulling on the restraints. It seemed that I had been handcuffed in my sleep!

"No, we are not back together, but yes, this is an intervention. I am FED UP with you stealing my money and what little jewelry I have. You refused to go to college, you refuse to get a job, you refuse to talk to me. You just get drunk and sleep with random boys every night. I am putting a stop to this, RIGHT NOW!"

My mother said that with a rage I had never seen in her before.

"And what's he doing here?" I asked, sitting up in my bed and pointing at JD with my nose, since my hands were temporarily unavailable.

He was in his 50s, quite a bit older than my mother. He never drank, but always had this anger in his eyes. Thick gray beard covered his face. He somehow always managed to smell bad. He was beating my mother quite a bit, back when they were together.

"You are going with him, he will turn you into a fine young lady," she said with some sadness mixed with her rage.

I was frozen with shock and disbelief for a moment. Then I realized that the most logical thing to do was to give in to my strong desire to scream at the top of my lungs. And so I did!

But my scream was cut short just when it began. JD was ready, and he jumped on me, and pulled a hood over my head. So that was the weird leather thing he was holding in his hands! A hood! The world became completely black, and strong smells hit my nostrils. Smell of leather, but also some other stench... The hood was clearly not super clean... And some big hard thing entered my open mouth, making my hangover nausea even worse.

Pinning me down on my bed with his significant weight, JD was making the hood uncomfortably tight, probably using some straps on the back of my head. One of those straps pulled the gag part deeper and stronger into my mouth, which was quite awful. But the last strap was the worst, since it was tightened around my throat, making it hard to swallow. I could breathe through my nose, but the breathing holes were probably small, because it was a strenuous activity.

"Mmmmm!" was the only sound I could produce, quite weakly, through my nose. I could hear my mother and JD discussing something, but I couldn't hear what, since my ears were apparently quite well covered by the hood.

I was lifted up and put on the ground. My bare feet could feel the cold floor. Something painfully pinched my elbows together behind my back. I guessed that they were being tied together with something. And then that same something was pulled up and pushed forward, hurting my shoulders. I realized that this was how JD was going to push me around.

The next thing I realized was when I tried to step forward, and almost fell. My ankles had also been cuffed together while I was sleeping. I could only take tiny little steps.

This whole thing sucked so much that I didn't know what to think. "What the fuck" was circling round and round very loudly in my head. I wasn't trying to scream anymore, it was impossible. I was focusing on breathing, which was a difficult enough endeavor with the hood, gag and neck strap.

Somebody, I guess JD, continued pushing me forward by my painfully tied together elbows. All I could see was blackness, but I guessed that I was slowly pushed across my room. I was trying to take tiny steps forward as fast as I could, as the pain in my shoulders was a great motivator.

Then I was picked up and carried, I guess down the stairs. I tried to struggle, but without any result. I was put on the ground again, and here the tiled floor was even colder. And I was pushed by the elbows to walk forward again. I was completely disoriented, had no idea which way I was going. But he couldn't push me out on the street like that, could he? In tank top and panties and hood and cuffs?

My questions were answered when I felt the rough floor and the stale smell of our garage. I was lifted again, and then places on my stomach on a hard surface. This was not a back seat, this was a trunk. Fuck!

And then, as I sort of expected, the cuffs on my wrists and on my ankles were attached together somehow. I was hogtied. I was hoping that my elbows would be untied, but no such luck. My shoulders were hurting a lot, as well as my boobs smashed under me against the hard surface. The blackness and silence of the hood, as well as how it was choking me a bit and making my breathing difficult, was scary as fuck.

I heard a muffled sound paired with a strong vibration, which was probably the closing of the trunk. And soon after I felt being pushed around by the movements of the car. I was so disoriented, I couldn't even tell if the car was slowing down or accelerating or turning. I just felt pushed in different directions, without any ability to reach for support. Just halfway rolling around like a sack of potatoes.

I have no idea how long this drive lasted. I had no sense of time passing. My brain had just shut down, no knowing what to do with the current extremely unexpected circumstances. Every now and again my mother's last words "he will turn you into a fine young lady" were rolling around in my mind, without rhyme or reason, just like how I was rolling around in this stuffy car trunk. I was putting a lot of effort in breathing, which was even harder here.

I was so thirsty. I wished I could have at least drunk water and peed, before all this happened. There was quite a bit of pressure on the metal cuffs on my wrists and ankles, and I was sure that I was getting some nasty wounds there, as the movements of the car were pushing me around.

Eventually I was lifted up again, and then pushed forward again on cold floors, and then carried again, and then pushed again. Then we stopped in one place, and my hood was pulled upwards. This was extremely uncomfortable for my neck, for my jaw, for my teeth, and not to mention it was choking me quite a bit, forcing me up on my toes. I couldn't wait for this combination of terrible sensations to be over. But it was not. My hood was somehow attached to something above me, I guessed. And I was supposed to stand like that, on my toes. This was one fucking nightmare!

Something that was covering my ears was removed. This was quite an advanced hood, if the things covering the ears could be removed without removing the rest of the hood... I heard JD's hoarse voice:

"I know that you cannot speak and you cannot nod. So here's the deal. For yes, you say mmm mmm. For no, you say mmm mmm mmm. Understand?"

"Mmm mmm," I answered after a moment of hesitation. This was not the time to be a rebel. I needed this hood and these cuffs off me RIGHT NOW.

"I'm gonna explain some things to you just one time. And I don't care if you believe me or not. First of all, you cannot escape. I know you cannot see where you are now... if you could see, you would understand. Second, nobody will look for you. The only person who would, your mother, wants you here. Your drinking buddies and fuck biddies won't care where you went. You don't have colleagues, you don't have real friends. Then, third and final thing. There is no way you can manipulate me. Use your beauty and charms on me or something. Ain't gonna work, I know bitches like you only too well. Ain't nothing that you can offer that I cannot just take if I wanna. So, because of these three things that I explained now, things are gonna happen my way and not your way. I will reeducate you. You will be punished for all bad things you have done in the past and all bad things you do in the future. There will be consequences for everything. I will expect complete obedience and respect. Anything else will be harshly punished. And you will change, in time. There will be no other option for you. I know this sounds crazy to you now, but there is no other option. And even a bitch like you can change, given enough time and... care. Understand?"

A quiet part of my brain had already realized most of those things during the trip in the trunk of his car. I felt a wave of despair. My tears couldn't roll down, because of the tight hood, so they just stayed there, pressed against my eyes. "Something bad was bound to happen to you eventually, you knew it," a voice inside my head told me, a voice upset at me, a voice that found me so guilty of so many things.

"Mmm mmm," I answered.