Epilogue

When you wake up, you're somewhere else. Somewhere you haven't been before.

It takes a while to gain your bearings, but once you've worked out which ways are up and down, the next things you notice are what feels like cold metal on your wrists, and then both of your ankles. You're on all fours. It seems to be taking a while for the senses of your body to return.

You're pretty sure your eyes are open, and its just dark. And sure enough, after a few minutes what felts like hallucinations at first you realise are actual dim shapes in the darkness.

You're also so very tired. Your head keeps dropping before you jerk awake again.

Next you notice your skin, again you're covered in goose pimples. It's cold.

That's also when you realise this time youre fully naked. How did that happen? Then you remember Mike, and his office, and the stairs...

You start to panic, and try and move your limbs. In doing so discovering you're very firmly attatched via the metal rings. That also causes you to notice whatever it is you're resting on. Definitely some sort of textile, you can feel the weave rub against your knees. The springiness means your best guess is a mattress.

You think.. you think some of the shapes around you might also be people. It's hard to tell, and if they are then they are all arranged differently. You try not to think about it. But what else is there to think about?

Despite everything, you still feel somehow aroused. The cold seems to make your body feel warmer. The restriction pulls your legs apart, and pushes your body down, exposing your most delicate parts to the air. You try not to think about your vulnerability, and yet with nothing else to concentrate on, you can feel the blood rushing to your labia and clitoris, subconsciously preparing you for entry. Without being able to see anything, or touch yourself, its weirdly abstract.

You remember the too warm yellow office, and then the large, cold, untouched metal door, set into the left hand wall.

You hear someone behind you. You thought it was just you in here, but you can definitely hear someone moving. You cant move your head around to see. You start panicking and pulling at all of your restraints, but it's entirely futile.

You feel two large cold hands, grab you roughly from behind, one on each hip.

You feel a single drop of moisture running down between your inner labia.

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You feel your breath mist, in front of your face.

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You start screaming.

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[THE END]

(As I wrote somewhere else, this thread ended up way darker than I had any plans for, though that can be enjoyable sometimes. Will hopefully get onto other threads soon, but I quite like having definitive endings, hence finishing this one. All feedback welcome, & thanks for reading! (Also need to look up how to put blank spaces between lines))