Tomer Jierno - Custodial Services

The business card is made of a cheap synthetic film and is scratched and stained from repeated use, but she can still read the name printed on the card in bold black font.

Tomer Jierno - Custodial Services

A janitor! A second wave of nausea makes Samantha double over in the small room. It was a janitor who was groping her, who had climbed on top of her and … she felt filthy. More than anything else she wants a place to wash and change out of these clothes. But she also knows that any investigation of the **** would probably involve collection of forensic evidence. She knew that the physical evidence was her best evidence of the ****.

What if the investigators don't believe her even with the cum that covers her breasts? Part of her, the Rhiain part no doubt, feels trapped in this small room awaiting her fate. She checks the door and finding it locked her uneasiness increases. She can see the nurses talking excitedly into a very familiar looking phone. Would the hospital rather cover up this scandle rather than see justice served? She had been attacked by a hospital employee.

No wonder the nurse left her in such a hurry. Once again she looks through the small window in the door and sees the two nurses arguing about something. She checks the door handle optimistically but is not at all surprised to find it locked.

"I should have run." Samantha moans softly as she searchs for some other way out of the small room. There are no other doors in the room but she immediately locates a small access panel under the sink. Her hands move on their own as she pulls the multi-tool from her pockets, before she even realizes what's happening, her deft fingers have worked the screws loose on the access panel and she has pulled open the small sheet exposing a small crawlspace filled with all sorts of pipes, wires and cobwebs.

She would fit she decides confidently and places her feet over the lip of the small space.

"Wait!" Samantha puts a momentary stop to her skillful escape. How did she even know to look under the sink for this panel not to mention the ease with which she freed the screws and her confidence in crawling into the tiny dark crawlspace? "I'm not Pocahontas." Samantha realizes with a flash of insight, "I'm Rhiain."

Still, she hesitates before she crawls into the tiny space. Not because she fears the darkness or doubts Rhiain’s ability to slip away through the narrow passage. It was a deeper issue, Samantha was not Rhiain. She did not have to live her life as Rhiain would. Wasn't it possible that the nurse meant what she said and that she was ensuring that the right people were called so her attack would not be swept under the carpet?

Samantha can feel the Rhiain's panic growing at her hesitation. The longer she waits the less likely the odds of a successful escape