Darkness swirled around my head. I felt dizzy, and struggled to breathe. I attempted to sit up, but the pain was too intense. My entire body ached urging me to be content lying down.
Wait? Lying down?
I lifted my head up slightly and tried to peer through the darkness, in hopes of determining where the hell I was. When my eyelashes fluttered against something light I realized I was blindfolded. Panic bubbled through me and again I attempted to get up. This time I knew it was not just my physical pain that kept me down, but soft cloth tied around my wrists and ankles. I was trapped!
I struggled to breathe normally and assess my situation, remembering what my health professor had always said.
"Before you do something rash, relax and think things through before acting."
"Sure Professor, say that after you wake up bound and blindfolded." I muttered furiously to myself. I moved my thoughts to what I was bound to. From what I could feel, it was soft and shook slightly when I struggled. I figured it was some sort of bed.
Fantastic! I am tied to bed, blindfolded, and God only knows where I am and this is all because I let my stupid friend talk me into going to that ridiculous club!
Tears of frustration dripped down my cheeks as I struggled against the material that held me captive. I continued to think fiercely of my situation and how I could possibly escape when the sound of an opening door shattered my solitude.
A masculine laugh filled the room and bounced against my ears making me go still. I tried to breathe quietly, hoping that perhaps if I didn't move he would lose interest in me.
I strained to hear any movement in the room. Nothing. I couldn't tell where he was. Suddenly the bed dipped to one side and the hairs rose on my neck. My captor was right next to me. I could feel his hot breath on my ear as he whispered to me.
"There is no need to cry love. I promise you, I will be a good master. All you need to do is be a good submissive."
Those words threw my mind into a frenzy as I tried to comprehend his meaning.
What the hell? Master? Submissive? Oh shit. He is one of the crazy S and M freaks my friend told me about. How can I get out of this?
Laughter filled my ears again. I felt the stranger wipe away the tears on my cheeks. He spoke again.
"I can tell what you are thinking love. The way your nose is wrinkling, it allows me to glimpse into your thoughts. There is no way out of this. You will be mine."
His words chilled me and brought forth the rage and courage I needed to speak.
"Like hell you can tell what I am thinking. I don't know who you think you are, but there is no way in hell I am going to be your submissive."