Disclaimer: Consent is ambiguous in this story, All characters are over the age of 18.
I woke up feeling the coldness of the floor against my naked skin. My head felt so heavy and I couldn't remember how I ended up here. There was a clutter of stuff everywhere: car parts, newspapers, some paintings. A weird chemical smell seems to seep from the walls. The smell might have been paint.
"Hello," I called out. My voice came out a little raspy and my mouth felt so dry. I was so thirsty. All I could remember was leaving my apartment and my memory stopped. As I sat up, my body ached and I began to think of the worst. My hands were tightly tied behind my back.
"I'm scared", I called out again. My voice is a little stronger but trembly this time. Then I heard some shuffling outside this room. I saw the door knob begin to move, and a man walked in.
"Oh, you finally woke up," he said to me with a sneer. He looked to be in his late thirties, with dark hair and dark eyes.
I tried to cover myself as much as possible with my knees up to my chest. He walked towards me and crouched down to my level.
"Don't try to cover up. I've already seen it all."
He pressed my legs down, revealing my body. I felt his hand caress my face. He started lightly rubbing his thumb over my lips.
"You have really nice lips," he complemented. "So soft and full."
I trembled with his touch and felt my eyes fill with tears.
"You're going to make someone so happy, and you're going to make me very rich", his gaze went down on my body. I felt some tears escape my eyes.
