In Darkness (3rd entry)

Chills run down the right side of Tessa's neck and down to the middle of her back. His whisper is extremely soft but it comes out with unquestionable authority. "That's a good girl", he encourages at the abrupt stop of her screams. He sits on the bed next to her and reaches his hand over to untie the left bow on her fancy panties. She begins to tremble nervously and her breathing becomes loud and shaky. He leans in to kiss her on her cheek but she turns her head as far as she can, causing his lips to touch her curly hair which rests right on top of her collar bone. He grabs her face with his right hand, squeezing her cheeks tight enough to make her lips pucker. As he turns her head quick and rough, she groans in pain both for her cheeks and the strain in her neck. "Oh, sweet Tessa. You're an intelligent young woman. Why would you do something so stupid?" He lays his forehead on hers before lightly biting her bottom lip and then kissing it. Tessa begins to cry silently. He lays across her body twisting and untwisting the loose ribbon around his right index finger all while placing his left hand on her stomach just above where her panties begin. His left thumb slides into them, when suddenly a man's voice which seems to be coming from another room calmly calls, "Shane!" He quickly hops up from the bed and leaves. Unfortunately, even after he opens and shuts the door, Tessa sees no glimpse of light. She cries loud and uncontrollably. Even though her headache is now worse, she cannot stop crying. It is so loud that she does not hear the door open again, but she hears it close. "Shane? Please Shane! Leave me alone, please!" He didn't respond to her. The footsteps come closer. Tessa tries her hardest to yank her arms loose and gives herself a slight rope burn. She screams when she feels Shane's hands on her underwear, which reminds her of how a diaper looks before you snap it shut on both sides. Her screaming stops when she realizes Shane is actually tying the ribbons of her underwear tighter than she'd ever tied them before. He leans over her and rubs her wrists. His breath smells like vanilla mint flavored toothpaste. He stood up after showing concern for her, walks away, and closes the door behind him. With tears still rolling down the sides of her face, Tessa wonders, "Was that Shane?" (to be continued...)

In Darkness (continued)

Tessa waits and listens for a response, but there isn't one. So she begins to panic. Her heart beats faster and louder. It feels as if it is going to burst right out of her chest. "Please! At least tell me what I am doing here. Did I hurt you in the past? Do you need money?" Still no answer. Suddenly she feels the tip of four fingers on the top of her toes. Just barely touching her leg, creating an irritating tickle, the fingers move slowly up Tessa's leg. Immediately, her intense fear caused her to lose control of her bladder and she released the urine that she tried so hard to hold in. "Oh, No! Please stop", she pleaded. She pays no attention to the fact that she just released bodily fluid. The only thing she is focusing on are the four fingers and when, or if, they're going to stop. The fingers make it all the way up to the top of her outer thigh and start tugging at, what Tessa has now noticed, is a pair of sexy panties that tie into a bow on each side. She then remembers what she may have worn the last time she was a free woman. It was a navy blue cocktail dress with suede navy blue high heels. The white lace panties she wore with the blue silk ties matched the bra perfectly. Her destination before this situation, her dream before the nightmare, was her engagement party. She snaps back to reality once she feels the bow on the right side of her panties come untied. Tessa screams. A voice in her right ear whispers very softly, "Shh! How do you know screaming doesn't turn me on?" (To Be Continued)

In Darkness

Laying flat on her back, Tessa finally woke. The throbbing headache wouldn't allow her to open her eyes so she holds her eyes closed extremely tight in an effort to endure the pain. Her nose is itching. A sudden panic comes over her once she realizes that she can not move either of her hands to relieve the itch with a scratch. Her wrists are tied. Tessa quickly opens her eyes but the view is still as if her eyelids were shut. She opens them wider but there is no use. Complete and total darkness fills the place where her body lays. Her breathing gets loud and heavy as tears roll down the side of her face and into her ears, realizing she is being held against her will. The feel of tears rolling into her ears, causes a slight tickle so she forces herself to stop crying. In an attempt to assess the situation, Tessa tries to imagine exactly how she is bound. She notices that her right wrist is tied to the right post of the head board, the left wrist to the left post. Her right ankle is tied to the right post of the foot board, and the left ankle to the left post. Basically, she is spread wide apart. She sneezes and then takes a deep breath. It smells like old wallpaper, rain that has already hit the ground, and it is extremely cold where she is. She notices this because her nipples are as hard as nails, she feels a slight breeze between her thighs, and goosebumps have taken over, revealing that she must not be wearing much. Unfortunately, she can not remember. In order to remember what she was last wearing, she would have to remember how she got into this situation in the first place. Tessa cries again. "I don't remember anything after getting into my car after work. I got off late, so it had to have been around 7pm", she whispers to herself. "I also have no idea if that was yesterday, today, or what?" She looks around in an effort to see anything, anything at all. A light under a doorway or a window above her head would help. Nothing. Suddenly she hears movement a few feet from where she lays. It sounds as if someone is getting up from sitting on the floor. Her legs begin to shake. Mixed with the cold air and fear, she nearly urinates but manages to hold it in. She thinks to herself, "has this person been in here with me the whole time?" Foot steps seem to bring whoever it is closer and closer. Immediately, she silences her cries. In a weak and cracking voice she asks, "Who is it? Who's there? Please?" To Be Continued.....