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She lunged for the shore, realizing as she did that there was something in her mouth and a string coming out. A fishing lure! They had put a fishing lure in her mouth! The line went taught and she screamed, as the hooks set deeper into her cheek. They're crazy, she thought, clutching at the line to relieve the tension. She turned toward the source of the line, and saw the man in the first boat fifty feet away, playing her like a fish as his boat mate paddled away from her. She could not hold the line in her wet hands and so moved toward them trying to get some slack as she crammed her hand into her mouth trying to unseat the vicious hook. Her captor pulled back on the rod and reeled it in, so she had to move still deeper. But again the slack was taken up, and then she lost her footing and was swimming toward the boat, still trying to overcome the pain to tear the cruel barb from her flesh. But the line stayed taught, pulling her by her face, so that the only way for her to relieve the agony was to swim after the boat. She clutched at the line, but it only made him pull harder. One hook had completely pierced her cheek and she was frantic to keep it from tearing her face any worse. Then she thought to wrap the line around her fist for better grip.
At that, he started hauling on the rod, fighting as if he had a marlin on the line. With both arms she tried to hold her fist to her face, while they towed her across the lake. And they laughed! She could hear them cackling and hooting as if it was all a wonderful joke: great sport! They were animals! She almost drowned a couple of times, inhaling water in her mindless panic, and they found this uproarious. And the more they laughed, the more terrified she became, realizing their inhuman cruelty. Some small part of her knew she should be completely humiliated at being treated like a fish, but her horror so filled her adrenaline-amped skull that there was scarcely room for anything else.