It was nothing really
The plastic attachment fell from the box
She grabbed the duct tape to fix it
a simple task

The sound
as the tape was removed from the roll
etched in her memory like initials carved into a mighty oak

She smelled it
the fear when she realized they were locking her in
the panic when she discovered it was not a drunken game
the liquor, the sweat, the hot sauce poured into her wounds
the smell of flesh as it beat against her body

She felt it
the horror when she could not get her hands out of his
the hurt that her friend would allow him to do this
the pain as it was wrapped tightly around her wrists
the tears as her long hair was sliced away as they laughed

She tasted it
the tears that made it to her lips before they were covered
the plastic glue taste of the tape as it locked her mouth closed
the blood as it was ripped away when they desired to be pleased
the disgrace she was forced to swallow along with her dignity

The most simple things in her life
stolen from her by the memory
of duct tape