I feel myself slowly coming back reappearing out of whatever darkness I was thrown into. My head feels foggy and I slowly roll my head back upright. In that moment I realize I cannot see, something is over my eyes. I try to reach the cloth from my eyes but can't move my hands. I feel the icy cold against my wrists when I try to move them. I am chained. My brain and mouth want to scream but I wont, I can't, I don't know where I am at and not exactly sure that I want to alert whoever has me that I am awake.
My wrists are chained together, and I feel the same cold metal against my ankles. There are no sounds other than my breathing, which is getting heavier and heavier because I can't control the fear of knowing I cannot move and don't know how I got here. It is cool, and I feel small goose bumps start crawling up my bare skin. I attempt doing that psycho babble crap I had heard before. Think of your warm angora sweater Eliza. You know your favorite sweater, imagine sliding it down over your arms and head. Imagine its soft warmth, think not of how you feel now. You are not cold, you are not chained naked someplace not knowing what is waiting for you. Just think of something familiar and comfortable, calm yourself down.
It almost worked until I heard something like rusty metal creaking, followed by heavy footsteps. The footsteps were slow and calculated. The sound was coming from behind me which made me want to scream even more. I hate things coming from behind me. This has to be a nightmare. There is no way that this is real. Then I heard the footsteps stop. I felt heat radiating off whatever person that was standing there. The presence was heavy and felt large, had to be male. There was a slight smell of a musky cologne, it smelled slightly familiar, like one of the colognes you see out in the mall when you walk through the big department stores. Clean and musky, but definitely male.
He stepped closer. All I felt was hard muscles and warm skin up against my bare back. Part of my mind reveled in the warmth but my higher functioning brain kicked in and then I did scream. He clapped his hand over my mouth and it was large. His one hand covered most of the lower part of my face. My captor leaned his head down over my shoulder and whispered warmly in my ear "Woman, you are mine. I hunted you and chained you, and now you are mine for the taking. If you fight I will fight back and you will not like it, but trust me I will enjoy every moment. Make your choice."
I shivered and tried to scream again but it was muffled by his still lingering hand over my mouth. He stepped back and smacked my ass hard. It burned like a thousand bees stung me at once. I cried out. He smacked me again harder and I thought that I was going to faint. "The louder you scream the harder I hit." he said very sternly. I whimpered and tears started streaming down my face. He laughed, "Yes, cry for me, I enjoy your tears."
