Dream Threads

  She had been suspended in the black abyss for too long, but she had finally woken up. A small groan left her lips as she attempted to blink around the drug induced haze her mind was thrown into. Her eyes strained in the horrible lighting- why was there only one light in the entire room? 

 

  A pounding headache appeared as the haze dissipated from her mind, and her memory finally caught up to her. She could clearly remember angrily making her way down the street before she had a rag shoved over her mouth. A sigh coursed through her once she realized the rag was doused with chloroform- she had seen one too many crime shows to know that was what the sweet smelling drug had been. 

 

  She tried to reach up with her hands to rub her temples- hoping to relieve the tension there- but she couldn't. It hadn't occurred to her that she would be tied to the chair with her hands bound behind her, but when she thought about it, she realized that's what happened when you were kidnapped. A shaky sigh escaped her as she yanked her hands, praying they were loose. 

 

  Of course, none of her prayers were answered before, so why on Earth would they be now? She kept trying even though she knew nothing would come of it, and tears pricked her eyes. She didn't understand any of this. Why was she kidnapped? What did they want from her?

 

  A strangled sob wracked her body as she finally admitted defeat- she could feel the stinging on her wrists from where the rope was biting into her flesh. What's the use? It's not like she could stand a chance if she had to run.