Chapter 10
by 
Abdulalahazred
What's next?
Open Armoire
Opening the armoire reveals an Indian squaw's dress costume, for maybe a 10 year old girl.
Little beads and sequins decorate the collar, hem and front of the dress. You look at it closely, and suddenly you're remembering -
Johnny's left you here, tied up against the tree. You called him a jerk, but inside you don't really feel that way. He tied your wrists up on either side of the tree, wrapping the rope around a branch on the opposite side, and then tied your ankles the same way, around the trunk of the tree.
The bark pulls at your hair as you turn your head, looking to see if anybody is around - you're worried that Johnny won't come back, but you don't want anybody else seeing you like this either.
You're helpless. You really are. You tried getting loose a half an hour ago; now you're just leaning against the tree, waiting for Johnny. You should be angry, but deep down there's this strange delight - he likes me, you think. That's why he tied me up. So he can keep me for himself -
And the memory fades.