Somewhere more comfortable

Velma felt like a mindless zombie, a controlled servant of a cruel master, crawling towards the pull of her own leash and offering up not an once of resistance. She was literally being led blind through caves and it was hard to wager what was better. To wander aimlessly on all fours for God-knew-how-long with no way to get her bearings, completely cut off from all sentient life, or being found caught and hauled off somewhere by some sadist who blindfolded and gagged her, with signs that there was far worse to come. Velma hoped that she was at least being led out of these caves. She was beyond exhausted, surely when they reached their destination, she would be far too weak to fend off any kind of attack, even if the attacker didn't seem all that imposing. The rocky ground was uncomfortable enough when she was just lost. Now, with sight completely taken away and no ability to sense anything else,her entire body sharpened its focus on just how much it hurt to crawl on the rough floor of the caverns. Just to try and make that little ordeal a shred less arduous, she crawled a little quicker, hoping to find even floor sooner rather then later. Besides, she was eager to not get choked by her sweater leash again. She was sure she was going to just collapse as soon as she felt even ground.

She kept up a decent pace and eventually, she was greeted with gentle rushes of warmer, dryer air. She instinctively tried to speed up, **** to leave the harsh terrain. Her captor must have started walking quicker as well, as the tension on the sweater around her throat didn't seem to slack in the slightest. A few hurried minutes later and Velma heard a door opening ahead of her, it sounded heavy with creaking hinges but she was just grateful to be leaving the cave system. She found a renewed energy as at least that part of her nightmare was coming to an end.

The floor was wooden with some kind of carpet according to the sound of her captor's footsteps on the floor and the new firm but pleasant texture Velma now crawled on.She didn't move far before another door opened and her leash was given a sharp tug to indicate she needed to hurry along. Velma was suddenly reminded, now that she wasn't crawling on rocky earth, that she was still very much blind, gagged and completely at the mercy of an invisible assailant. That tiny burst of stamina finally burned out and Velma's fatigue at last caught up with her. She keeled over, breathing hard through her ball gag. She prayed that she would be shown even a scrap of sympathy and at least be allowed to catch her breath.