A cold, dark place

I wasn't sure where I was when I woke up. All I knew was it was cold and dark. I could hear the drip of water from somewhere, but I couldn't make out anything in the dim light. I knew I was at least on some kind of bed, perhaps a cot, with a lone blanket covering my nude body. At least they were nice enough to afford me that much comfort. I lay there for I don't know how long, listening to the drip of water, too afraid to move even though I had not been restrained. After all it was dark and I could have bumped into anything, or anyone for that matter. It was safer just to lay still and huddle on the bed with the blanket wrapped tightly around me.

I decided to close my eyes, and try to go back to sleep. I was still feeling the after effects of whatever Kayla had used to knock me out, which was another good reason not to get up and stumble around in the darkness. Hopefully daylight would come flooding through some hole in this surrounding darkness, and I could judge better where exactly I might be. But my sleep was restless at best with dreams of terror filled with the vile things Kayla and her sister Leann might have in store for me. I began to question myself. Did I deserve what was happening to me? Was I too much of a "goody two-shoes" to realize that maybe I was to blame for something? No one is truly innocent, are they? I began to question my own being, and my own motives for seeing "Dave." I will call him "Dave" for the time being in case he really is the innocent party here, but I was even beginning to have doubts about him. Maybe this was also part of Kayla's plan to make me doubt him and our relationship? I couldn't be sure of anything.

I finally did fall asleep, and when I woke up I was rewarded with streaming shafts of light which clearly exposed my surroundings. I was locked in a cell. Cinder block walls surrounded me, and what light I had came streaming through a solid steel door that had bars for a window. The dripping I heard came from a sink on the far wall where also stood a bare toilet. My bed was indeed a cot that was bolted securely to the cement floor. I imagine this was so I wouldn't get the bright idea to use the cot as some kind of weapon. There was a slot in the bottom of the door, big enough to slide a tray through. I had to wonder exactly what kind of people it was I was dealing with. This was a dungeon! A prison! And it had been here for quite some time I was sure.

At any rate, my new home was definitely lacking many creature comforts. There was a small table and two bench seats that were also anchored to the floor on the same side of the cell as the door. Hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the cell was a pull chord that was attached to a lone light fixture. It was good to know I at least had a source of light. There was also a small book case, and it did contain a few scattered books.

Nature finally got the best of me, and it was either get up and check out the toilet, or pee in the cot and make myself feel that much colder. I walked over to the toilet. It was crusty and dirty, but at least the seat was clean. I sat down and did my business, then decided to walk over and look at the book case. It contained a selection of books on the subject of bondage and discipline. There was one that caught my eye called "Harems and Slaves." It was almost like they were left there intentionally for me to read. I wrapped my blanket tightly around me, and shivered as I thought exactly what all this might mean. Then I heard footstep and a chill ran up my spine.

For a second I froze, unsure of what to do as the footsteps came closer. In a moment I decided to bolt back to my cot and cower under my blanket, fearing what was to come next.