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Commanding myself to remain calm, I tried to just feel my body and figure it out.
What do I feel? Cold? Pain?
After what seemed like several long minutes, I had called out to every remote part of myself and gotten at least a weak response. I could feel my hands, arms, belly. My feet were blockish and numb but present.
It seemed like my body was there, but something else was too. I could feel wide, tight bands across my chest and hips. Something utterly unyielding jammed against my shoulder blades. I couldn't turn my head much either way, and my vision was still hazy.
Oh god.
I’m tied. I’m tied down.
Instantly I needed to move. My neck strained forward, but a thick bolt of cloth had been tied around the bottom half of my face. I felt the knot at the back as I dropped my head back to the surface in defeat and heard a metallic clang.
Moving from my neck downward, I pulled hard at the bonds—each one individually with what little strength I had, hoping that one of them might be loose. When nothing seemed to budge, I tried in vain to pull all my limbs inward, breaking them free of their containment. Nothing.
I kicked and struggled wildly then, tapping into reserves I didn't know I had. I fought against the bindings with everything small jolt of strength as I began to hear another sound.
No, sounds . Plural.
Someone else in the room? Voices coming closer. They seemed to be fading in and out along with my thready consciousness as I struggled. I was still swooning, trying desperately to focus on their voices—anything to bring me out of this terrible half-conscious, drugged fog.
A series of dark shapes floated vertically in the blare of my vision. I squinted hard, trying to see them. Three? Six? No, two. Two people. I could hear the vague impressions of their voices, like underwater whispers. Like an old car radio being dialled in past the sea of white noise, cutting through in brief snatches.
“...tie her…”
“... unprepared…”
“... Rachel… ”
At the sound of her name, I arched my back and pulled with all my might. Parts of me knocked loose and banged against the metal. Something fell heavy and sudden against my shoulders and flung me back, pinning me to the hard surface. My skin pinched as the straps were tightened and I could no longer move again.
My heart raced, threatening to pound out every other noise in the room again. Struggling for clarity, I focused on the sensation of someone very close to my head. I could feel their breath, oily and hot on my skin.
“...not like I wanted…”
“...just where you said…”
Focus!
Two people. Two men, I was sure. There was one voice near me, and one farther away. I tried desperately to slow my breathing so I could hear better, realizing that I was making sounds, whimpering through the cloth. I had to stop.
“The fuck you mean, this is the wrong girl?” came the voice near me. The sound oozed over the skin under my ear. “This is Rachel. You told me to get Rachel.”
“No, it isn’t,” came a response, farther away.
“The fuck it isn’t. Look at her! Blonde hair, big bag of pills… That’s Rachel!”
“No, it isn't. Do you realize the problems you've just laid at my door?”
I’m not Rachel! Listen to me!
“Christ. Keep her still!”
Something fell over me again, blocking out the light and briefly blinding me. I realized I had started thrashing again and was now cinched down past immobility. Much more and I wouldn’t be able to breathe at all.
“If you cannot control her, please leave the chapel,” came a growl.
“I’ve fuckin— Fuck! ” came the gruff response. It felt like I was straddled, held down as the straps were tightened too far. “I’ve got her!”
“For the moment. Perhaps.”
The shadow passed as the body above me climbed off the metal table. The light returned, as harsh and blinding before. The bindings were so tight that I could barely take a breath and began to pant in shallow gasps, pain lancing my
What do I feel? Cold? Pain?
After what seemed like several long minutes, I had called out to every remote part of myself and gotten at least a weak response. I could feel my hands, arms, belly. My feet were blockish and numb but present.
It seemed like my body was there, but something else was too. I could feel wide, tight bands across my chest and hips. Something utterly unyielding jammed against my shoulder blades. I couldn't turn my head much either way, and my vision was still hazy.
Oh god.
I’m tied. I’m tied down.
Instantly I needed to move. My neck strained forward, but a thick bolt of cloth had been tied around the bottom half of my face. I felt the knot at the back as I dropped my head back to the surface in defeat and heard a metallic clang.
Moving from my neck downward, I pulled hard at the bonds—each one individually with what little strength I had, hoping that one of them might be loose. When nothing seemed to budge, I tried in vain to pull all my limbs inward, breaking them free of their containment. Nothing.
I kicked and struggled wildly then, tapping into reserves I didn't know I had. I fought against the bindings with everything small jolt of strength as I began to hear another sound.
No, sounds . Plural.
Someone else in the room? Voices coming closer. They seemed to be fading in and out along with my thready consciousness as I struggled. I was still swooning, trying desperately to focus on their voices—anything to bring me out of this terrible half-conscious, drugged fog.
A series of dark shapes floated vertically in the blare of my vision. I squinted hard, trying to see them. Three? Six? No, two. Two people. I could hear the vague impressions of their voices, like underwater whispers. Like an old car radio being dialled in past the sea of white noise, cutting through in brief snatches.
“...tie her…”
“... unprepared…”
“... Rachel… ”
At the sound of her name, I arched my back and pulled with all my might. Parts of me knocked loose and banged against the metal. Something fell heavy and sudden against my shoulders and flung me back, pinning me to the hard surface. My skin pinched as the straps were tightened and I could no longer move again.
My heart raced, threatening to pound out every other noise in the room again. Struggling for clarity, I focused on the sensation of someone very close to my head. I could feel their breath, oily and hot on my skin.
“...not like I wanted…”
“...just where you said…”
Focus!
Two people. Two men, I was sure. There was one voice near me, and one farther away. I tried desperately to slow my breathing so I could hear better, realizing that I was making sounds, whimpering through the cloth. I had to stop.
“The fuck you mean, this is the wrong girl?” came the voice near me. The sound oozed over the skin under my ear. “This is Rachel. You told me to get Rachel.”
“No, it isn’t,” came a response, farther away.
“The fuck it isn’t. Look at her! Blonde hair, big bag of pills… That’s Rachel!”
“No, it isn't. Do you realize the problems you've just laid at my door?”
I’m not Rachel! Listen to me!
“Christ. Keep her still!”
Something fell over me again, blocking out the light and briefly blinding me. I realized I had started thrashing again and was now cinched down past immobility. Much more and I wouldn’t be able to breathe at all.
“If you cannot control her, please leave the chapel,” came a growl.
“I’ve fuckin— Fuck! ” came the gruff response. It felt like I was straddled, held down as the straps were tightened too far. “I’ve got her!”
“For the moment. Perhaps.”
The shadow passed as the body above me climbed off the metal table. The light returned, as harsh and blinding before. The bindings were so tight that I could barely take a breath and began to pant in shallow gasps, pain lancing my
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