I lay still, facing the wall as instructed. It was well past the time He said He would arrive. A test to see if I would obey. I did, I promise I didn't move.
I heard the car stop outside and He took his time coming in. The bedroom door was closed, and I could hear His movements throughout the house. I wondered to myself what He was doing out there. I remained still and quiet and tried to control my breathing. I'd been nervous for three days. I was beginning to get scared. I'd been wet for three days. The mental torture was something He enjoyed inflicting.
Not knowing whether to keep my eyes open or to close them to try and relax, my choice was irrelevant. He entered the room and at His timing, reached out to me unexpectedly and pulled me out of the bed by the hair. I struggled to follow His lead but it was confusing because I was being pulled so violently.
I was positioned against the edge of the bed, feet on the floor, legs apart, with my body resting on the edge of the mattress.
"Don't fucking open your eyes. Close them and keep them closed. Understand slut? Don't you fucking move."
The cuffs and chains came from nowhere. The sound of the chains still resonates in my mind. The chains wrapped around the legs of the bed and connected to my ankles. My wrists were cuffed and my neck was collared and chained above me. I struggled to keep myself in position.