There’s some railroad tracks not too far off; they enter a tunnel about a mile from where they cross the road. Hooded and gagged, you’d be dragged there, then bound tight, spread-eagle, wrists and ankles pressed against the cold metal rails. Hands start running over your body, first one set, then two, then countless, pinching, slapping, caressing your exposed flesh. The sound of skin striking skin echoes in the tunnel mouth, the only thing you can hear over your own pathetic whimpering…