Waiting

Time passed slowly. Agonizingly slowly.

Ali couldn't sleep. Couldn't do much of anything but kneel in her place by the wall and watch the timer count down to zero.

Her body being restrained seemed to set her mind free to run wild with fantasies and scenarios of anything and everything that could happen by dawn.

The fantasy that gave her the most stirring was the one wherein Sean somehow managed to gain entry to Ali's apartment in the thirty minutes between the email going out and the lock opening. That he'd find her there, helplessly chained to the wall, unable even to speak to him, and when that little lock popped open, he slapped a new one in its place. A proper one with a key.

He'd say something like, "I hope you weren't planning on getting out of these chains any time soon, slut." Then he'd fuck her like an animal, right there on the floor while she screamed uselessly into her huge gag.

More horny than she'd ever been in her life, Ali replayed that fantasy several times in the two hours she was **** to wait patiently in her chains.

She tried to ignore everything, to meditate, or otherwise distract herself. But each time she came right back to where she was. Kneeling, waiting, helplessly ****.

This email timer had the potential to ruin her entire life. To spiral wildly out of what little control there was. She knew that, but she was having a hard time caring about it beyond wondering what would happen to her immediately.

She hoped nothing. She hoped everything.