Two For Mirth

Chapter Three

She yawned. Opening her eyes she realized that her head really hurt. It felt like she had been drinking all of last night. Frowning to herself as she thought about it, she hadn’t planned to go out last night, so why did she feel like it had been a late one? Swallowing, she realized that her mouth matched the sensation of feeling hung over, her tongue felt like she had tried to eat a spoonful of cinnamon.

Shaking her head a little to try and shift the cobwebs, she attempted to stretch out her arms and legs like she did every morning only to find she couldn’t move. She frowned again, that was strange. Turning her head carefully she saw a thick rope tied tightly into her wrist the other end disappeared under the bed. Why on Earth were her hands bound? What had she done last night? Suddenly, reality struck as she shivered. Turning her head to look down, cringing as pain shot through her head, she noticed her bottom half was completely naked except for a thin sheet that covered her slightly, her shirt was still on but it was unbuttoned to expose a bra that looked like it had been cut.

She looked around, panic beginning to set in. This wasn’t her bedroom. Where in God's name was she? She blinked a few times to try and clear the fuzziness that filled her eyes. She needed to clear her head and try to remember what had happened to her last night so that she could work out how she was going to get out of this mess.

Looking around the room, she hoped she could find something to help her out of her predicament. To her right, there was a small dirty window that was slightly to the left of her. The little amount of light it let in hurt her eyes and she squinted against it, turning her head away from it slowly.

In an attempt to move her feet, she found that they were bound tightly together, the rope disappearing beneath the bed on both sides. There was no way she was going anywhere anytime soon.

She closed her eyes and concentrated, trying to remember what had happened. The last thing she remembered was leaving work. It was pissing down with rain, there had been a horn, which had made her jump.

Suddenly something dawned on her.

Was it him? Had he put her here?

All of a sudden she heard the sound of a key in a lock and the door swung open. That was when her thoughts were confirmed, it was him. He walked in and smiled at her. She went to open her mouth and found that she couldn’t as she had been gagged with a cloth. Why had she only just noticed this? No wonder her mouth was so dry. Her head was foggy, had he drugged her? Is that why she couldn’t remember what had happened after she had got in his van?

“Oh Charity, you have awoken at last, I was beginning to think you never would.” He said with a smile as he began to undo the buttons on his shirt. “So glad you have woken, this is more fun when you are awake.”

He said as he stripped off, she tried to scream when she realized what he was about to do but couldn’t, and struggling against her bounds did her no good either. Tears streamed down her cheeks as he came closer to her and she continued to fight the ropes which bound her. Why was this happening to her? What had she done to deserve this?