Chapter 3
I don't know how long it has been since I was conscious, but it feels like an eternity. My brain comes back online slowly, shaking away the cobwebs of a deep dreamless sleep. For a moment I think I will be back at home in my bed when I open my eyes. That hope is quickly dashed when my eyelids flutter open to take in my surroundings. A small, cold room with no other furniture than the bed I am currently strapped to by all four limbs. At least the thick leather cuffs are less painful than my previous zip ties.
I look down at the welts and purplish red bruising that wrap my wrists like lace bracelets, thankful for the kindness and comfort of my wrists new captors. They are thick leather, equally as unbreakable as anything ever was. They are fastened to the legs of the bed with big chains that clink with the slightest movement. Four heavy locks adorn the cuffs on my hands and feet in what looks like a custom made set up. I am still naked, though my knees have scabbed over and the initials you carved into my thigh appear to be a few days healed. How long have I been out for?
I am tempted to panic before I soothe myself and force myself to commit every detail of this place to my memory, hoping that maybe I can outsmart this room. The four walls are so close to the king-sized bed that the door to enter the room barely has enough clearance to swing inward. Good, the door swings inward. Next my eyes draw to the three distinct deadbolt locks that adorn the door, I take note of the fact that they all lock from the outside. Beside the door and directly in my eyesight is an empty shelf. Much to my dismay there is no twenty-pound marble busts or makeshift weapons to be found upon it.
There is a faint smell of must and a small window that looks like that of a basement near the top of the barely six-foot-tall wall, a camera with a constant red light fastened to the wall beside it. The room is dark, only the faint glow of what appears to be late evening or early morning filtering in. It's barely enough to illuminate my surroundings. Before I have the chance to memorize anything else, I am interrupted by the sounds of a deadbolt unlocking.
Clunk.
Shit. It starts to become more difficult to control my emotions when a second sound punctuates the silence.
Clunk.
Fuck. My thoughts race in my mind. I forget everything that I just inspected in the room altogether by the time the third deadbolt begins to turn.
Clunk.
Fuck, shit, fuck! I can no longer deny the terror that grips me, I try to coil my body like a snake preparing to strike but the chains don't leave me any slack. The door pushes open and you step through its threshold, a black shadow against the light that spills in from the much brighter room behind you. You don't bother closing it and I blink quickly, trying to hasten the amount of time it takes my eyes to adjust. You laugh cruelly, as if you can sense the fear that sends my blood rushing between my thighs.
