I woke up, uncertain why I had woken up. It was dark and I felt funny, my arms were aching and had that pins and needles feeling. I did not want to move them because I knew it would be painful to do so. My head was woozy feeling; I think I drank too much last night, for I did not remember coming home.
I pulled my arm down from above my head but it only moved about two inches. A strange rattling noise accompanied my movement. Why wouldn't my arm move more? I pulled again and felt resistance. I shook my arm and heard the sound of metal; something cold was around my wrist. I shook the other arm and it was the same. I could move them just enough to get the feeling back into my arms and that was all.
A cold feeling seeped into me as I realized I was tied to a bed. I tried to pull my legs up to my chest and found them chained just as my arms were. Tied to the bed, only able to move enough to keep the feeling in my limbs and keep me comfortable, well as comfortable as a person who is tied to bed can be. A person who does not know how they got into that bed or even if it was her bed.
I was scared as these thoughts rushed into my rapidly waking brain. My breathing was increasing and I think I am about to panic soon.
'How did this happen to me? Who tied me up? Why? What did I do or agree to last night?'
I heard a rustle in the corner and my body froze. Someone was in the room with me! I feared them. I heard them walk over to the bed where I was tied. I felt something very soft touch my thigh and slowly slide up my body. My muscles clenched in fear; I could not stop them. They know I am awake, I think it's a he but I can't be sure yet.
"You have finally woken up. I fear I had given you a little too much of my special little potion," a voice whispered near my ear.
They were so close and the voice did not reveal their sex to me.
"Who are you? What do you want from me?" I asked.
I felt the pain in my face, the pain of being slapped, hard. "You do not speak unless I ask you question. Next time I will not be so gentle with you. Do you understand me?" the voice hissed at me.
"Yes," I whimpered.
My face was stinging from the slap and I still did not know why I had been slapped like that. I have never been slapped in my entire life and it was not pleasant to me. The soft hand still trailed along my skin.
'Oh My God! I am naked, I hope someone finds me alive,' I thought.
I was terrified; even though the touch was very soft I knew the hardness of that slap. A blanket covered me. "Rest, I will be back soon enough and you will know why you are here."
I hoped they did not come back, but yet I hoped they did. I wanted to be free but deep within I did not want to free just yet. A deep animal side of me was emerging. I needed to sleep, to let the drug wear off, its effects were not totally unpleasant, but I did not like not being in control. I wanted to roll over so badly, but I could not. I tried to stay still so the blanket did not uncover me; I was cold. I did not rest well in my discomfort and all I did was lie in the dark and think of every horrible thing that could happen to me.
It seemed like years before my captor came back. The time passed slowly and as much as I fear their return I also wanted it over with. At least I would know what they wanted from me. The door opened, but no light entered with my keeper. All I could see was a shape in the darkness. I stared towards the dark shape at the foot of the bed, but I did not recognize them. "Ahhhhh, my sweet captive is awake. Did you rest well?"
I was allowed to speak. "No."
"Why not my love?" they asked.
"I cannot move and I am cold," I replied with total honesty.
My voice did not sound good, it was cracking and I wanted a drink of water so badly. The blanket was ripped from my body, the cold air making me shiver. A hand touched my foot. "You do not lie, you do feel cold. Very good, I am very pleased. I think a reward is in order for my good little girl." I could hear the pleasure in the voice. The blanket was put back into place.
"Would you like some water?"
"Yes please."
"Manners, so very nice to hear you say please. I am glad you know how to use the word please, you will be using it a lot with me."
I did not know what to say, but it was not a question and I remembered to say nothing. I heard my captor walk to the corner and water being poured into a glass. Footsteps returned to the bed and a straw was placed into my mouth. I was very thirsty, but I hesitated to drink. Did it have more of that drug in it or was it just water?
"Ahhhh, my pretty girl worries about what is in her water, very good. Do not worry sweet one now that I have you I will not drug you, unless I must and you behave so beautifully that I doubt I will have to drug you. Drink."
I sipped; the water was cool and calmed my sore throat. I took another bigger drink not wanting to spill it. I drank about half of the glass before the straw was pulled from my mouth.
"Not too much. I do not want you to be ill. Do you need to use the toilet?"
A question! I could speak. "Yes please." Last time they had liked the short polite answer.
"Hahahaha! You may not go. You must not soil the bed, for if you do, you will sleep in your own filth!" They left me, laughter following them out of the room.
'What? I can't go? What the hell!' I was angry. I really did not have to go badly anyway. 'I can wait. A long time.' My anger made the time pass more quickly and it quickly replaced my fear with a stubbornness I did not know I had possessed.
A few hours later my captor returned, the clink of dishes accompanying him. The sound came up to the bed. I had not soiled the bed like he had thought. "So, you did not go. Very good. We will go now." The chains were unlocked and a new one placed upon my wrist.
"Follow me," the voice commanded.
