The silent woman raised her head off the floor. Beneath her the ground had become soft, and her hands sank into it as they would a mattress, hindering her attempt to get up. She felt neither heat nor cold.
She felt nothing.
The scene unfolded before her in brief glimpses, as if her reality passed quickly in and out of consciousness. Her father pointing her out. The man who couldn't pay enough to touch her. The man who paid a fortune because she had not yet been touched. The woman with the straps. The priest who laughed with her father.