For what felt like hours nothing happened, then he heard muffled footsteps. The hood made it difficult to tell how many people were walking towards him. It sounded like more than one, but no matter how he strained to listen he couldn’t be sure.
Hands grabbed him and he felt straps being buckled around his wrists and upper arms, more went around his ankles and thighs. There were tiny snaps of movement as what felt like padlocks were also clicked into place on them.
A wide collar slipped around his neck, it forced his chin higher and made any head movement almost impossible. Fingers tapped the rubber hood, the sound echoed around inside his head, both annoying and distracting. He couldn’t focus on what else was happening, as the tapping continued until it almost drove him insane.
At last the tapping stopped and he became aware of further restrictions imposed on him, chains shackled to wrists and ankles and the jerk to the collar told him there was also a leash attached.
With huge difficulty he hobbled in the direction he was led. Even muffled by the hood the chains clanked and jingled as he moved. The image of a condemned man being led to the gallows came to mind. Terror and elation battled within him for what lay ahead.
Down the hallway and turn left, a pause and the creak of a door opening, a jerk on the leash told him to hobble forward again. Unaccustomed to heels of any kind, the 5 inch stilettos he teetered on were torture all on their own.
The leash went slack and he suddenly realised he was in complete silence. What next? He wondered.
Time passed endlessly, why was he being left like this? Surely he’d not been forgotten about? His feet were on fire, the discomfort of standing still in such high heels was too much to bear. Even if it did earn him a punishment he had to move around a little and ease the cramp creeping up his calves and the ache in his lower back.
Cautiously he took a tiny step forward, trying to feel around with foot and hands to ensure there was nothing in front of him to fall over. The floor felt hard, if he fell it would definitely hurt, but he felt driven now to discover more about his surroundings. If only he could remove the hood, but the chains prevented him reaching the zip.
Concentrating completely he moved around, his hands felt various objects, some items of furniture made from wood, others from metal. Everything felt strange to him, perhaps partly because he couldn’t see and could only build a mental image based on touching whatever he found, stroking his hands across the sides and edges to get an idea of shape and size.
There was a bench of some kind, well not a bench, but what felt like something to be sat on, covered in leather. The straps on it puzzled him though. If only he’d done more research before plunging in at the deep end in this way, then he might recognise the things he touched.
He bumped into the wall, his hands groped around tracing the lines of the wooden object he felt there. It could be purely decorative, but somehow his instinct said not. The large X shape would be perfect if there were some way of restraining a person against it.
Strong hands grabbed his arms, in concentrating entirely on touch he’d failed to hear the door open, or the footsteps approach him. Would he be punished for not staying in the position he’d been left? He guessed he would shortly find out.
He was pulled across the room; he’d not managed to hobble that far when alone. The chains rattled and clanked as they were pulled from his wrists and ankles. Thick padded mitts were pushed onto his hands in turn, the shape and size forcing them into a fist, as though he were wearing boxing gloves.
A belt went around his waist and he felt his wrists being clipped to it. His hands were held in position as another clip was connected to the mitts, the stiffness of the restraint told him this was a bar rather than chain holding him. The same happened to his ankles, his feet were pushed into position so his legs were apart. Similar stiff restraints fixed to them so now he couldn’t move at all other than a slight rocking movement. He immediately recognised this was his punishment for not standing in the set position, and now he would suffer.
Footsteps heading away across the room, the door creaking as it opened, the click as it was closed firmly…..and then once again…..silence…….he waited.
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Submitted by : DanesWood
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Wooooe ... if this were a scrip,t and I was an actor, I'd be investing my own money to make this movie ... as long as I got the lead role ... or rather I should say the captive end of the lead role!
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