There were strict hands-off policy for the model's nobody but other models touched them, except there were experienced riggers to tie you up and handl...ers to carry you to the next set. From the beginning of the day to the end your feet never touched the floor. It wasn't anything to go for three days without wearing clothes and getting all new ones because no one could remember where your old ones were including you. We were the breadwinners for the whole operation. The torcher wasn't fake; they. She screams at them that she knows her rights and she gets her phone call, she’s not a prostitute and they have no proof on her.’ ‘The water gets higher and her sprained ankle twists again, slipping across the shiny surface of the bench. She falls into the water, hitting her head against the glass wall. She floats toward the ceiling as the water rises. The men laugh loudly, cheering and making bets.’ The car stops suddenly and I look around. We’ve found the warehouse. Two vans and Charlotte’s. The nature of the Rite however is a closely guarded secret; girls who have gone through it are given explicit instructions to discuss it with NO ONE who has not already undergone it. The penalties for breaking this silence, I am told, are quite severe. My best friend Laura went through her rite about six months before. When I asked her for details, all she would say was, "It hurt! That's all I can tell you, and I probably shouldn't have even told you that, so you never heard that, ok?!". I open it quietly, grabbing the doorknob firmly making a prolonged creaking sound. ‘Goddamn this door.’ I think to myself, I finish opening the door and go downstairs. With each step it sounded as if the creaks were getting louder. I finally get downstairs and make my way to the kitchen, walking to the fridge I open it. I take a minute to look around, the cold air from it made my nipples begin to harden and goosebumps to form all over my body. I knew at that moment what I wanted ‘Why do I.