Once the helmet was on and they were assured that she was able to breathe through the nostril hoses, her abductors locked a ten pound iron collar around her neck, fitting it over and around the base of the helmet and thus additionally securing the entire neck-to-crown enclosure. Even if the helmet locks were released, the brutal collar remained, keeping the helmet sealed closed and Marianne’s pulsing head confined silent inside, breathing raggedly as the two captors picked her up and put her in what she thought was probably the boot of the car.
But the trunk of the Audi wasn’t where they put her. She lay on her side while the man in black forced her clamped legs back and up until the ankle clamp connected with and locked to her extended and clamped wrists, making the position a strict me
