Valentina

Slowly, I close my eyes against the silky material around them, after what seemed like a torturous forever, I finally manage to find the right position to relax. With my body still tightly tied up to the chair, sleeping becomes a nightmare, each movement in the chair shoots pains through my body causing a blur of discomfort and pains. My muscles and limbs protest against my tightly bound restraints, my wrists sore and sporting bruises from their cordlike chains. When I finally find an accommodating position that doesn’t cause spikes of pain all over my body, exhaustion overcomes me making me drift in and out of a fitful slumber. I catch whiffs of dreams, dreams haunted by visions of freedom that seem to elude me so much.

Just as I am finally slipping further and further into my sleep, I jolt awake by the sound of footsteps approaching and getting closer. All my limbs protest in pain at the shift from resting to being on alert, my heart ponds in my chest as I brace myself for the immi