He releases her to his regret

"You juz wai' girl." His husky breathing deepens in excitement. Samantha feels his body slide from her side and she hears the soft sound of his bare feet as he moves behind her head. Is he leaving? Samantha doubted it, and she was correct. The towel that had been draped loosely over her face is stretched tighter and then, even worse a ball of gauze is crammed into her mouth and a gag is tied tightly holding it in place.

"Thaz better. Now you wonz be seeing nudding, an no' screaming none neither." Samantha hears the sound of his feet moving away from her bedside, she prays he's leaving but knows that he's not done with her yet.

A few beeps come from the far side of the room and suddenly her arms and legs have some movement, not the easy motion she hoped for, they feel half numb and tingly like all four limbs had fallen asleep, but at least she has some control. He's coming back! With a concerted effort Samantha rolls her body away from the sound of his panting and falls with a thud on the far side of the bed.

"Damn girl! Whaz you doing?" The pain of landing on the hard floor helps clear the fuzziness from her limbs, she reaches for the cloth that covers her eyes but before her numb fingers can find the knot she is pulled to her feet. The man is strong; he lifts her with just one arm pulling her close, but Samantha's Judo training prepared her for this. Even blindfolded Samantha can sense exactly where he is standing.

Daeshi Harai, the forward leg sweep, sends the man stumbling to the floor. It is harder in one way, she doesn’t have the heavy fabric of a uniform to grab onto, but in all other ways her body moves with surprising strength and speed. Backing up Samantha once again tears at the towel tied across her face in desperation; she rips of the cloth just in time to see the shape of a burly man charging her. Again her training kicks in this time with a shoulder throw. Ippon Seoinage is one of her favorite throws, it requires perfect timing when used against a moving opponent but it is a throw she has practiced over a thousand times. Bending under his outstretched arms, she lifts the man over her shoulder into the air. The combination of his forward motion and the extra lift from her adrenaline charged muscles sends the heavyset man flying into the wall with a thud. He slides to the floor twitching and moaning, but makes no attempt to get up.

Spitting the wad of padding from her mouth Samantha moves with swift precision. She pulls on the man’s trousers and shirt belting the large trousers tightly around her slender waist. His shoes are far too big for her feet, but she takes the time to pull on his black socks. In the dark, they might pass for shoes. She considers the pros and cons of making sure the man will not follow her, but in the end the idea of touching his naked body disgusts her so much she just heads to the door. To her relief the door slides open as she approaches and she steps into the dimly lit hallway beyond.

At one end she sees what looks like a nurse’s station, the other direction curves out of sight. Samantha knows she should report the ****, but part of her refuses to trust any authority at all, even if she is clearly the victim.