She could hear the sounds in the darkness. How had she gotten here? The last thing she remembered was meeting that gentleman for drinks.
Had he drugged her?
The sounds were indistinct, almost natural, rhythmic, but still unplaceable.
Then, a pinpoint of light appeared. It hurt as her eyes adjusted. Strangely, her brain didn't understand what it was at first. Adrenaline surged through her as her subconscious instinctively recognized that something was wrong.
The light moved, it hopped and danced like a sprite flickering in the abyss. Then it widened, shifting from a pinprick into more of a spotlight. It swayed with movement, as if held by someone walking, a flashlight aimed downward. The beam began to roam across the walls, revealing aged gray-brown brick and crumbling mortar.
As her senses slowly returned, she caught the scent of must and musk, and the sharp, metallic tang of rust.
The light followed along a bare wall until its glowing edge was moments away from reaching her.
Then she saw herself on the edge of the light… she was naked. The cool air hit her skin, and she shivered. How had she not noticed that before? It was as if the light was bringing her senses back online.
She was bound. The rough texture of tight plastic zip ties bit into her wrists and ankles, and with it came the dull, aching pain of strained joints. She was kneeling, motionless, as if waiting.
Waiting?
For what? Where had that thought come from?
Waiting.
How long had she been here? She could see fluids and stains on the floor, some of them looking fresh. It was hard to make out, but the edges of the light offered just enough glow for her to glimpse herself… and signs of something else.
Adrenaline surged again. She was forgetting something, she could feel it… like waking up to reality. Her instincts were screaming now, preparing her.
For what…
Her breath came shallow and quick. She tensed her limbs, and the zip ties dug in sharply, the dull ache transforming into sharp, flaring pain as she strained against them.
Then the light hit her full-on, blinding her.
Behind the glare, she saw a silhouette. The figure stood in the backwash of the beam, the absence of light painting him in sharp relief… like a shadow burned into her retinas.
...for him.
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