I wake to the feeling of a dull throbbing pain on the back of my head, I instinctively go to put my hand there to feel for damage but find that I cannot move my arms; both of my hands have been tied together behind my back. I open your eyes to take a look around, I’m lying on a large bed with black bedding; in the middle of a barely furnished, but large room with dark red walls and only a small, off-yellow light bulb in the ceiling to provide lighting.
I start to panic and think to shout out but I’m wearing a gag. Just as my mind starts racing as to where I am , or who could have possibly done this to me , I hear the large door at the far side of the room open; The outside of the room is brighter than the inside, and it takes my eyes a while to adjust to the light. Before I have the chance to, the door is briskly slammed shut, and I see him, standing there with a dark and sinister smile on his face.
Using my legs I push against the bed, to get in a sitting position against the head board. Plus it got me away from the person slowly walking towards me. My eyes slowly started to readjust to the dark, and I could see the smile on their face. Whimpering through the gag, I press myself against the wood. I start to try and struggle my way out of the bonds holding my hands behind my back.
Getting nowhere, I heard a laugh eco through the room. Without thinking about it I try and talk again. Even though I asked “Who are you?” It came out more like a jumble of sounds. Again I heard that laugh, louder this time as they were just walking up to the bed. The bed I was on was like an island in this dark room; making me miss the light comfort of my bed at home. And soon I was not the only one in this bed; the man had sat down at the foot of it still smiling at me like a fool.
“Aren’t you a pretty one?”