58. The Blindfold

I can't see, and my head feels a little woozy.

There is a blindfold around my eyes, and when I try to remove them, I realize that I can't move my hands either.

Or my feet.

I will bind your hands and feet, and you will spend the remainder of the night confined. In here. In our bedchamber.

I shudder irritably and begin shuffling, yanking my hands and feet back and forth, but I only end end up hurting myself as what feels like ropes cut into my skin.

Cool breeze drifts in from somewhere and kisses my skin. I gasp when it touches areas of me that should be covered.

I am naked.

"Rune?" I call out into the space beyond, shifting on the soft mattress below me. Soft sheets rub against my skin, and Rune's scent fills my senses.

I yank at the ropes again, needing to look around, but hands and feet are tied apart from each other, making moving impossible.

I twist and pull, grunting. Hitting my head against the mattress in hopes of slipping the damn blindfold off doesn't seem to work either