Obey Or Die

She breathed a moan and stirred slightly before her eyes fluttered open. She blinked sleepily at the ceiling oblivious of a pair of eyes trained on her.     

"You are awake," his strong deep voice resonated in the dimly lit room, jolting her awake from her groggy state. Her head whipped in his direction before they grew wide in terror. He was sitting in the chair steps away from her. His one arm draped around the back of the chair as he sat with a leg crossed. His face was a dark silhoutte but the masculine outline of his body was apparant to her eyes. The memories rushed back bringing along the momentarily forgotten fear that struck her hard like a lightning. She whimpered and tried to pull her arms to cover her clothed front but met with resistance and it was then she realized her hands were tied by the bedpost.