I Can't Remember How I Got Here...

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I was in a dark room. Where was it? I couldn’t remember. Ropes were tying me to the ceiling, my arms lifted above my head. There was no way I had been in this position for very long, my arms didn’t feel exhausted. How did I get here? I couldn’t remember anything. Damnit! What was happening? It was so dark in the room that I couldn’t make out anything other than a chair in the corner, a door, and a big locked trunk. Interesting. Clearly, not very helpful to me in that situation. Obviously, I was going to have a hard time figuring this out.

Straightaway, the door opened, but I still couldn’t remember who he was.

I didn’t recognize him at all. Maybe I didn’t know him. Or maybe I did and I was having a fuzzy head. He stepped forward, closing the door behind him. It was not what I was prepared for. Obviously, I struggled and tried to scream, but realized I had been gagged. then I came to terms that I was stuck there, no way to scream or escape. Suddenly, I saw the glint of cold steel in his hand and I panicked even more.

I felt that cold metal trail down my body, the sharp tip of it sliding down to my panties, the only clothes I had on. The tip severed the fabric, my panties falling to the floor. What was he going to do to me? I shuddered. There was no way out of this situation. I held my breath and listened to him chuckle as he continued to slide the sharp, cold steel across my skin. The places he touched with it became red hot, my nervousness becoming more apparent. He was the only one in control.