It’s dark.. Pitch dark..
I wake up trying to adjust my vision, but all I see is darkness.
I move my arms, I hear a familiar crunch, the sound twisting rope usually indicative of a hemp.My wrists are bound behind my back along with my elbows almost touching together secured with the same rope.
My legs are secured at my ankles bound to the very chair I am sitting in. I squirm and pull, but my captor has been merciless; rendering me immobile.
How did I get here? Where am I? More
importantly who is responsible for my predicament? Thoughts plague my mind as I try to come to terms with my situation.
My rectum feels unnaturally full and even the slightest movement of my hips sends a wave of pain through me.
I almost scream, but my sounds are trapped inside my mouth.. I simply whimper muffled screams. I suppose my captor has gagged my mouth with what appears to be a tightly wound tape.. I feel a rubbery whiff in my nostrils confirming it is latex.