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LOST IN ISOLATION
Chapter one
I did not know how long I had been held for, who had taken me from my home or why I had been taken. I had no idea where I was either. All I knew was that if I didn’t hear a human voice soon, I would go crazy. It wasn’t that I had no contact with other people, but that no one would talk to me and I was unable to talk to them.
My nightmare had begun was I had awoken one morning to find myself held down on to a bed. My arms were tied above my head by what felt like leather and my legs were spread wide with my ankles tied. I had something over my eyes, which prevented me from seeing anything, and a round object that felt like a ball, had been placed in my mouth. The last thing I had remembered was feeling very tired and going to sleep in my own bed. What had happened after that, I didn’t know.
The sound of a door being opened on that first day had startled me and I had struggled in my binds. The person had walked slowly over to the bed and took some time checking my binds, feeling my ankles and wrists as well as my gag and blindfold. All the time this was happening, I had tried to communicate, though my voice had only come out muffled because of the gag in my mouth. Once the person had finished checking me, they had left, shutting the door with a loud band.
Alone again, I had tried to get loose, but found that not only could I not loosen anything, I was actually hurting myself. I had begun to panic, the initial shock wearing off. With the gag in my mouth, I had started to find it hard to breath and had to concentrate to make myself slow down my breathing. Once I had managed to calm a little bit, I had become aware of a slight breeze on my body. The more I focused on my body, the more I realised that I was naked. I had just begun to worry about this latest discovery when I had heard the door open again.
This time I had heard two different sets of footsteps, one coming close to the side of the bed and the other moving to what sounded like the end of the bed. I felt my ankles and wrists being untied and then I had been forced to stand. I had tried to struggle, but with the two sets of hands holding on to me, it had proved to be a pointless exercise. Once I was standing, I had been led into another room and pushed to sit on what I had soon realised was a toilet. Despite my embarrassment, I had found that I did indeed need to go and after what seemed like forever, finally I had let myself pee in the toilet. The noise had seemed so loud to my ears, with no other sound at all in the room, except for the breathing of the other two people. I had begun to cry at that point, my tears soaking the material covering my eyes
At that time, I was not sure if they were female or male, though I had the feeling they were male, due to the way their hands had felt when I had been untied. When I had finished, I was stood up and heard the sound of the toilet flushing. I had still been crying when I had felt something cool, which I guessed was a washcloth, on my body. I had been treated fairly gently, despite that fact that I was still blindfolded and gagged. When one of the cloths had wiped my breasts at the same time the other reached my pussy, I had gasped and tried to squirm away. They had, however, been nothing sexual about my first wash, and the cloths had been moved on to other parts of my body fairly quickly. When I had been washed completely and dried down, I had again been led back to the bed. This time I had been retied with my arms down by my side and rope going around both my body and the bed. My legs had been tied the same as they had been earlier. Then, still with not one word to me, they had left again.
I had no idea how long I had been left alone on that first day. I had tried to think about where I might be and how I had come to be there, but with no answers I had only managed to make myself more scared and frustrated. When I had again heard the sound of the door, only one person entered. I had footsteps move to the side of the bed and something caused the top of the bed to rise up, just like a hospital bed. I had braced myself for what might come next, but when I had felt the gag being undone, I had only felt relief. I managed to get one word out before I had felt a hand cover my mouth and nose. For a moment, I had wondered if he, for I was certain now it was a he, was just going to kill me, my chest starting to burn as he blocked off my air. However, he removed his hand and allowed me to breath again. Once I had regained my breath I had tried to speak again, only to have him repeat the same thing, but for longer.
I had realised that it was my trying to talk that was making him block off my air, so when he released my mouth again; I had decided not to speak. Therefore, though I had a head full of questions I wanted to ask, I had not asked them. I had heard the sound of metal on metal, and then the feel of a spoon being held to my lips. I had only taken a small amount of what was on the spoon at first, not knowing what it was. When I had found out it was some kind of soup, I had begun to take more. Every so often, a glass of water would be held to my lips. When the soup was finished, my bed had been lowed back to its original position and I had again been left alone.
That had been about seven meals and three washes ago, so I assumed I had been held for at least three days, though I had no way of telling how long it had been between visits. No one had yet spoken a single word to me, nor had I been touched in any way but what was necessary. This was only causing me more confusion, if they had been using my body, then I could at least explain why I was being held. I had wondered if it was for a ransom of some kind, but no one I knew had any money that would warrant any interest. I tried not to think of what other reasons anyone would be holding me, my mind full of every awful thing I had ever read or heard of.
The worst thing was the boredom. I had tried counting, thinking of movies I had seen, songs I knew but I always came back to the same thing. I was a prisoner.
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