"Breathe little girl, breathe," the woman whispered, "You're all mine.  Breathe...let the chloroform do its work.  We'll have lots of fun, but first you need to sleep"

Loren was quickly feeling the effects of the fumes she was being forced to breathe.  Her arms and legs were becoming weak.  She tried to pull the woman's hand from her face, but lacked the strength.  Her mind raced, but the only conclusion she could come up with was that she had lost.  Now she couldn't even resist.  Loren tried to keep her eyes open.  She had to stay awake, but she couldn't.  As her mind faded to black, Loren wondered why this was happening.  Then her mind turned off.