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.....