Chapter Three
I thank the demands of law school for keeping me sane in the months after the rape in the woods. Pushing away the feelings had become a constant battle. I was thankful too that I’d been blindfolded for there were no images of the men and the forced s*x to filter into my thoughts, although there were still plenty of sensations, the memory of their voices, the touch of their hands, and the recollection of how that touch frightened and condemned me, given the way my body responded. This was certainly enough to deal with. The photograph left at the scene and its terrifying meaning still haunted me. Every day I wondered about Jon Ryder – assuming it was Jon who arranged my imprisonment.
I may never have believed he’d do anything as insane as arrange that rape, but it was certain
