Evie
I wake, for the second time today, my limbs all tied separately to wood of some sort, and I can feel my bare skin sweating and sticking to what I can only describe as leather I think, maybe pleather? My head is still covered in that stupid black sack, but my senses are on high alert.
I test the strength of my restraints, pulling my arms away from the wood, they don’t go far. Huffing in annoyance, I begin to rock my body side to side with as much force as I can. I don’t know what kind of sick f**k would kidnap me, and then tie me exposed to whatever the hell this is.
Groaning angrily at the fact that whatever I am tied to is too heavy for me to move with my rocking. I huff exasperated by the situation I find myself in.
“Hey sick f**k! Let me f*****g go or so help me, when I get out
