Femme Fatale

Senses

Trying to keep myself calm, I try to think of other ways I can keep my mind busy productively. I take a deep breath and think of what can give me hints to where I am. Smell. I inhale deeply through my mouth and try to taste the air. I turn my head up and away and exhale strongly, hoping it will push the air around a bit and let me smell something. I start breathing in through my nose slowly and deeply. I try to taste the air as I do so, hoping I recognize something.

There was something familiar in the way it tasted and smelled, nostalgic even, I just couldn’t put my finger on it. You know how, whenever you try to remember something and it’s on the tip of your tongue, the harder you think about it the harder it is to remember, well same s**t.

Knowing that, when that happens, thinking about something else will actually help you remember, I move onto the next possible thing I can think of to try to make out something to go off of.

Sense of touch. I had my clothes on, which was a good sign, except I was barefoot. No so a good sign. That means this person is not only intelligent but experienced and damn good at this. Being barefoot makes us feel vulnerable.

You’d be surprised how much of a difference having something on your feet does to one’s mental stability, confidence and ability to control themselves and their emotions better.

For example, there are 2 people locked in a room, and only one has some form of shoes, the one who doesn’t I’ll end up breaking down and either giving in or up. While the other wouldn’t break so easily. Why? I don’t know but hey, the human mind works in mysterious ways. The person who has me here like this, knows exactly how it works.

Not being able to use the inside of my palms, mostly to not be able to feel anything, I use the outside. Since we don’t touch things with anything other than our hands it isn’t as keen on picking up on what things are bit it’s better than nothing.

I can feel the chair is a solid cold stone of some sort. Everywhere other than where my body has been, is smooth and sleek. I realized there is a slight cushion under me. So that’s why my ass isn’t hurting, ‘cause f**k knows how long I’ve been sitting here. It isn’t too big but it must be heavy, really f*****g heavy. I only assume so since I tried pushing it back and scooting it forward and it didn’t f*****g budge. What was this thing made out of?