Jill was blindfolded, bent over a table she was assuming, with her hands bound and pulled across the way. She had been in this position for what felt like hours, but with no outside stimuli wasn’t sure just how much time has really passed. Being in this pose was bringing her fear and excitement, nearly in equal amounts.
Then she heard it, the sound of feet on the bare floor getting louder with each step. Was he in the room the whole time, or was she just too distracted with the feeling of the ropes on her wrists? Her fear started building when the thought that it could be anyone in here, which slowly turned to arousal as she thought more about it. She waits, hoping to hear a voice to know it’s him. The steps stop. Nothing.