My eyes fluttered open to reveal darkness, sending me into a blind panic...literally. I didn't know where I was and couldn't even focus my brain long enough to recall how I ended up here.
Breathe. You need to calm down. You are not going to figure anything out whilst spiralling.
I took a minute and a few deep breaths and then tried to evaluate my situation.
The first thing I logged was that my hands were tied to my side on level with my hips. I hadn't noticed originally because the rope was not cutting into my skin or causing me any discomfort. I felt around. The rope was attached to a metal ring drilled into the wall just a few inches off of the ground.
I appeared to be sat on the floor, with my back against a wall and my hands tied to my side. The positioning of my restraints meant that I could lay down or stay sat, however standing or walking around was not an option. I attempted to free myself, but to no avail.
Oh well. Guess I'll have to carry on my investigation from right here.
The next thing I focused on was the ground and the wall behind me. They were cold and had a smooth texture. I ran my fingers along the ground only to discover small linear divots placed at regular intervals. For a moment I was confused, before finally concluding that the room I was being held in must be tiled. The cold from the flooring was seeping into my body, causing me to shiver. That was when I realised that my low body temperature was partly due to the lack of clothes I was wearing. The only garments left covering me was a bra and skimpy pair of lace knickers.
Oh my God! Why am I almost naked? Who took my clothes off? I don't remember meeting anyone at the bar last night except the friends I had gone out to meet. Think Mia!
It was the 12th of February. At nine o'clock my boyfriend had dropped me off in town near to the bar that me and my friends often frequent. I double and triple checked that he was okay with me going out, feeling a bit guilty about having fun without him. But he assured me that he was fine with it and that he would have come too, but didn't feel his best and just wanted to go chill out at home. I kissed his cheek, told him that I would be home around 2 and then hopped out the car. The evening had gone as expected, my friends and I had chatted, had some drinks, laughed and joked around. However about half eleven I started to feel a headache coming on and decided to go home early.
Damn it. My memory is blurry from this point onwards. Maybe someone put something in my drink. That might explain it. Does that mean I've been kidnapped by a complete stranger? Shit! How long have I been here? Chill out MIa, play out the memories you can piece together.
I had told Molly that I was leaving and then left the bar.... There was my front door and I giggled as I attempted to enter the house quietly.
Okay, so I was drunk. I have no memory of the walk home but I'm sure I reached my house.
I gasped and bit my lip to fight back a scream, as the memory of what happened came flooding back to me.
I entered the house, dropped my coat and bag at the door and walked towards the living room. I had expected everything to be switched off and to go upstairs to find my boyfriend sound asleep in bed, but the light was on in the living room. I shuffled towards the door, holding myself upright with a hand placed on the wall. My heart stopped when I registered what I was seeing.
My boyfriend was sat on the sofa, his head rolled back and rested on the cushion. A blonde, in her mid twenties, was riding him as if her life depended on it. His hands clung to her hips and guided her cunt back down onto his cock every time she lifted off of him. Her breathing intensified as she reached the peak of her pleasure and as her orgasm hit her she cried out for him to cum inside her, tipping him over the edge. They laid entangled for a minute before breaking apart to clean up and get dressed.
This is the moment when my body decided to unfreeze itself and a single sob escaped my mouth. My boyfriend's head whipped around.
"You weren't meant to be home until two".
I simply stared at him and continued to let tears roll down my cheeks. He sighed, shook his head and started towards me. My grief was so overwhelming that I didn't notice what he picked up from the desk. The last thing I remember was his face directly in front of mine and then everything went black.
Back in the darkness I began to cry.
How could he do this to me? He told me he loves me. We've been together for five years. It's not like I'm boring in the bedroom, we try new things all the time. And why would he put me here? I don't deserve this.
I was still wallowing in my feelings, when I heard a door creak open. In walked the blonde woman. She flicked a switch, flooding the room in light. My eyelids closed on reflex to protect my eyes from the harsh change in light intensity. When I reopened them, she was stood directly in front of me.
"Hello Mia. I'm Emma." She paused to gage my reaction to this new snippet of information. "I'm sure you're wondering who I am, what your boyfriend is doing with me and why you're in this room."
My mind recoiled in hate. I wanted to loathe this woman, I wanted to wrap my hands around her throat and steal all the air from her lungs. But unwilling to reveal my true feelings yet, I simply nodded.
"Okay. Well, as I said I am Emma and your boyfriend approached me a couple of weeks ago and asked me to help him with a very particular task. We have been working incessantly to find a solution to the problem, however you sort of scuppered our plan when you arrived home two hours early last night, so we have had to resort to emergency measures. As far as why you are here, that answer is simple. Your boyfriend feels that you relate sex and love to intimately. He wants you to learn that enjoying other people's bodies can be a pleasurable experience for both of you. And so you are here."
I stared at her in shock. Daniel had never mentioned any of this to me ever. It all sounded like some half-hearted concocted excuse for him to be able to fuck other women. I decided to stick to my guns and speak as little as possible in an attempt to make my point clear and strike doubt in her mind.
"Emma, Daniel cheated on me with you. It's as simple as that. If he feels this way he should have talked to me about it, instead of fucking you behind my back and then kidnapping me. This is kidnap. If you do not let me go, I will be going to the police the first opportunity I get and reporting you both. Either way, I can no longer trust Daniel and I am leaving him."
I stared at Emma, waiting for some flicker of fear or acknowledgement of the lunacy of this situation, but her face was blank. She slightly shook her head in disappointment and left the room without a single word, plunging me back into darkness as she went.
My mind continued to spin with all the new information and as I tried to organise my thoughts I drifted off to sleep...
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TWACK!
I started awake at the sudden, loud noise that erupted near my head. I clocked Emma on my right and Daniel on my left, both were completely naked, as was I. I tried to bolt un right, but a belt fastened across my chest prevented me from doing so. Around this time I also noticed similar belts around my upper thighs, ankles and wrists to fix my limbs to the table I was laid on. The table was lower than expected, only a couple of feet off of the floor and was covered in some sort of flannel material.
