In my mind when Chalky walked me to her room for the night that we were the only ones there. I think she believed the same thing. We were both wrong and we were not alone. We are tied, gagged and helpless together to try and escape. Our nylon encased hands are not helping out efforts but we do struggle. The in room visitor made sure it was not going to be easy. And our muffled attempts to protest and gag talk just made him smile more.