Femme Fatale

Zelya POV It is silent. Everything is dark. I’m in restraints but it feels different. Usually when someone is bound, it’s at the wrists right? I tried moving my arms around and that was not happening. I tried my legs, same. The one who made the call to bind me this intricately was either a meticulous intelligent person who made sure to cover all possible bases or a sadistic f**k who enjoys torturing beyond physical limits. I knew I wasn’t going to make it out of here sane or if I was lucky enough, alive. I try to keep my breathing steady and not start freaking out. I have to figure out everything in detail about how I am set up for me to be able to find a way to get out. Plus maybe if I focus on small details it will keep me from having an anxiety attack. First, I should check myself to see if I feel anything wrong. I move my head around clockwise, counter clockwise. I turn in the 4 basic directions(up, down, left, right) and tilt my head to both sides, ear to shoulder. I wait a few seconds to see if I feel any belated pain. Not feeling anything, I move on to my shoulders. All the while I’m focusing on trying listen for anything, literally anything. Gotta keep on my toes, can’t let anyone catch me slipping. Shoulders feel fine, a little stiff but I’m assuming that’s from the way my arms are tied behind my back. I realize my shoulders, chest and torso are bound and connect to the binding of my extremities. Just fanfuckingtastic! Cue anxiety. As I try to calm down I focus on checking my feet. Of Course they are bound. Not just my ankles but my feet. From the knuckles of my toes to the middle of my foot a thick, whatever they used, holds them together. Oh ma Lordt baby jebus, MY TOES. That means I’m barefoot. No socks, no shoes. Bound from ankles to knees to thighs to hips. f**k! Whoever did this is good. Too good. I’m terrified and I don’t scare easy. I try to pull my arms away from my back only for it to resist causing me to feel the little tug in whole. That tells me that all the binding meets up at my wrists. I felt hope getting ready to flicker, and just as soon as it was about to spark to life, it died. My hands were bound together, palm to palm, like an upside down prayer. I couldn’t even wiggle my fingers. FUCK!! This person was thorough. I had to hand it to them, even though I really wanted to hand them something. At least I don’t feel like I’m injured or have been beat, yet. Key word, yet. Alright. f**k it. I’m about to be a damn bunny and hop my happy ass out of here, watch me! I slowly start by putting wait on my legs and feet testing both the floor and my lower limbs. Gotta make sure either one can hold my weight. So far so good. I slowly lift my ass off the chair and listen for any clicks, ticks or anything that might indicate danger. Hearing nothing I stand up completely. Only to sit right back down. Balancing to just stand was impossible. How the f**k was I supposed to hop around. Now I was getting pissed.