The afternoon light slanted through the blinds in flat golden bars, catching dust motes she kept meaning to clean. As Latina Chat n the phone she noticed the air conditioning had cycled off, and in the sudden stillness, she heard something else. When suddenly a man approaches Latina from behind. His forearm crossed her collarbone from behind, pulling her back against his chest with the mechanical efficiency of someone who had done this before. The phone clattered to the floor. The phone clattered to the floor, Latinas hands flew up, fingers scrabbling at the arm that pinned her, but he was already walking her forward, her heels dragging, catching, finding purchase only to lose it again. He placed Latina on the sofa and pulled out a roll of duct tape.. He wound it tight, layer after layer, the sound rhythmic and terrible as he wrap it around her legs chest and over her mouth.