Blake had been going shopping and doing other everyday tasks as a woman for a while, now, and was feeling very comfortable with ‘her’ new self.

Deciding she might as well go for a complete change, she decided on her new name, Grace. It went with the way she now moved, sinuous, fluid, graceful.

I’ve got you to thank for that, Grace thought, looking down at Cassie, lying on the floor sedated in her studio. However, I’ve got to get on with my new life, so that means getting rid of the junk of the old one…

Giving Cassie a heavy dose of sedative, Grace bundled her up into a very tight hogtie and stuffed her back into the rucksack. She then put the rucksack into the boot of her car, along with some more junk from the studio.

Driving to the local tip, it was the work of a few minutes to get rid of everything. Cassie in her rucksack was dumped into ‘household rubbish’…

Smiling, Grace closed up the car, and drove away…

Cassie weakly regained consciousness about a couple of hours later.

Because of the way the blood was pounding in her ears, she could tell she was upside down. There was also something or somethings pressing on her in the sack all over, so she could hardly breathe.

God! It felt like the bitch had buried her alive!

Pure animal panic took over. Frantically trying to scream, Cassie started throwing herself against the rucksack, trying to get out…

By sheer chance, Cassie’s rucksack was still near the top of the pile and one of the workers, Tony, walked past at just the right time.

“What the hell…? Joe, get over here!”

The worker raced along the catwalk and started digging where he had seen movement. The shaking rucksack came to light…

Tony and Joe hauled the rucksack out and carefully put it on the catwalk. A well-placed screwdriver soon broke the lock on the zip, and the rucksack was pulled open…

The guys at the tip had seen all sorts of things, but never like the sight that greeted them as Cassie’s hooded and bound body fell out of the sack. Tony stayed with her and did his best to untie her, while Joe dashed off to call the emergency services…

When the Police and Ambulance arrived, they found Tony cradling Cassie. Her sightless face was aimlessly moving about, trying to see, and the latex of the hood was flexing slightly as she sucked in air through the nostril holes.

“I tried to get it off”, Tony told the Ambulance Crew. “It’s glued on, somehow. I managed to untie her, though. Careful, though, she’s terrified, understandably. Who would do this to a human being?”

“That’s our job to find out”, the policewoman, Gail, said, crouching by Cassie. “Can you hear me, love?”

There was no response, so Gail tried again, louder. This time, Cassie nodded weakly.

“You’re safe now, we’ve got you. We’re taking you to hospital. Did you see who did this to you?” Cassie shook her head slowly, then sagged back, exhausted.

“Damn, she’s passed out again”, the medic said. “We’d better get her into the Ambulance.”

Easing her onto a stretcher, the crew carefully carried Cassie out of the tip area and into the waiting Ambulance. She was then put on Oxygen through her nose and carted off to hospital.

Assuring Tony and Joe that she’d keep them updated, Gail got into her car and headed off after the ambulance. She had also kept the rucksack and ropes; these were put into the boot of her car, carefully, as evidence.

At the hospital, the doctors stabilised Cassie as best as they could, then they started investigating her injuries.

Because of how tightly she had been tied, as well as how hard she had struggled, the tendons in her arms and legs were badly damaged. Her arms now shook like a person with a bad case of Parkinsons, and her legs would no longer hold her weight. Cassie was now disabled, at least for the present. These injuries, though possibly life changing, paled behind what had been done to her head. A body scan had shown that her lips were wired and glued together; scar tissue had already started sealing her mouth permanently shut. The hood was a real problem as well; not easy to cut, the glue that had been used bonded it to her head so thoroughly that completely removing it would give her extensive skin damage all over; however, very delicate cutting had uncovered Cassie’s eyes at last, and her ears had been unblocked.

Closing the curtains, to keep the light low in the room so as to not hurt Cassie’s eyes, Cassie was allowed to wake up naturally…