11-06-2017, 05:21 PM
He shared her father's name. Some irony. Natalie's gaze moved to the wall as it lifted to reveal a dark space beyond, the lead pit in her stomach deadening its weight. She flinched when the creature within hurled itself against the glass, her wrists jerking against her bonds reflexively. Her heart hammered. It barely looked human. What the fuck was it? Panic gripped her chest in a vise. The man's words washed through her.
Just the tap of his shoes as he walked away.
No one knew she was here. No one knew where she had gone last night. No one was coming.
How long would the glass last? Was it meant to?
She closed her eyes, feeling the tears leak. Embracing the fear.
And the light rushed in so sweetly it burned.
Her eyes shocked open, struggling to contain the mad euphoria that threatened to drown her -- but swept up in it nonetheless, and discovering in capitulation that it purred and arched like a cat beneath her touch. Her fingers twitched. She'd never had the chance to feel it like this - compliant and all encompassing, rather than reacting to desperate instinct. But she didn't pause to question it.
Pain lanced her wrists, like the thrust of razor wire swept across her skin, then suddenly the pressure containing them released. She sat up too quickly, and the moment she did her head panged dizzy. The room spun out of focus then resettled. She regretted all the alcohol, now. The throb in her skull. The sandpaper rasp of her throat. Just act. Blood washed her palms. Twin cuts lashed her her wrists like an inexpertly wielded knife swept the bonds away. Shallow, but bleeding profusely. She wiped her hands as best she could, then scooted to reach the straps on her ankles. She was dimly aware of threads snaking amidst the glow of power. Writhing like electricity.
The thing beyond the glass grew frenzied like it could smell the blood. Maybe it could.
Bang.
One leg free.
Bangbangbang.
Her fingers slipped. Hands shaking. Each ram against the glass jerked her body involuntarily. She wiped her palms again hastily, finally negotiated the clasp, and swung her second leg free.
Just the tap of his shoes as he walked away.
No one knew she was here. No one knew where she had gone last night. No one was coming.
How long would the glass last? Was it meant to?
She closed her eyes, feeling the tears leak. Embracing the fear.
And the light rushed in so sweetly it burned.
Her eyes shocked open, struggling to contain the mad euphoria that threatened to drown her -- but swept up in it nonetheless, and discovering in capitulation that it purred and arched like a cat beneath her touch. Her fingers twitched. She'd never had the chance to feel it like this - compliant and all encompassing, rather than reacting to desperate instinct. But she didn't pause to question it.
Pain lanced her wrists, like the thrust of razor wire swept across her skin, then suddenly the pressure containing them released. She sat up too quickly, and the moment she did her head panged dizzy. The room spun out of focus then resettled. She regretted all the alcohol, now. The throb in her skull. The sandpaper rasp of her throat. Just act. Blood washed her palms. Twin cuts lashed her her wrists like an inexpertly wielded knife swept the bonds away. Shallow, but bleeding profusely. She wiped her hands as best she could, then scooted to reach the straps on her ankles. She was dimly aware of threads snaking amidst the glow of power. Writhing like electricity.
The thing beyond the glass grew frenzied like it could smell the blood. Maybe it could.
Bang.
One leg free.
Bangbangbang.
Her fingers slipped. Hands shaking. Each ram against the glass jerked her body involuntarily. She wiped her palms again hastily, finally negotiated the clasp, and swung her second leg free.