In a darkened corner of their room, locked away for protection, Cici Rhodes waits. In a dark corner of her head, locked away closely, is what she is waiting for.The nights and days have strung together in a sense of isolation, humiliation and violation. She also doesn't know what is true and of the experiences she’s conjured inside her mind. Cicit believe she'so crazy. Shes pretty certain she doesn't need to be stored in a straight jacket. However, if those are the sorts of fantasies she gets when she’s lonely it really is for the best.
