Her shoulders rub against the soft fabric underneath her. She is somewhere comfortable, despite the aching in her arms. She is laying on her back, but her arms are above her head slightly elevated. She is still blindfolded. However, underneath the edge of the blindfold she can sense that the room is dark with a dim glowing light.
Eve rolls over on to her stomach. It feels like she is on a bed or something similar. The cushioning beneath her gives a little as she brings herself up on to her knees. She tries to bring her still bound hands up to her face and realizes that she is tethered to something. Her hands reach forward to feel a smooth wooden pole of some sort. That’s when she leans her face down into her hands to remove the blindfold. The cloth material slips down below her chin.
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