Blindfolded Synonym Novels & Stories

"A blindfold." "What do we need a blindfold for? Are you planning a surprise party or something?" I frowned. "No. It’s for your eyes. I can't let you see how we're getting to the town." He replied. "What the hell? I'm not wearing a f*cking blindfold, Michael!" I scowled as I shrugged off his hand. "Then you aren't going out." "The f*ck! You can't go back on your words. We already agreed."

And next to the matte black cuffs made up of a material and thankfully not harsh metal, was a blindfold. Fuck.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even realize that they had both entered the room. Justin closed the door and that's when I realized he was shirtless and didn't even have a gash. "What happened to your stab wound?" I croaked out. He laughed bitterly as he looked down at me. "Babygirl I've been shot and stabbed with real knifes multiple times. A piece of glass can't hurt me." He explained as he looked down at my body as if it were a piece of meat. "But you were bleeding you should at least have a scar." I said in confusion.

I take a slow breath and write the only word that feels right. **Safe word: Green** A tiny, nervous laugh escapes me. How fitting for the “boring” girl. I fold the paper, set the pen down, and pick up the blindfold. The silk is cool and smooth against my fingers. My pulse spikes as I slip it over my eyes and tie it securely behind my head. Darkness swallows everything. Suddenly the only things I can sense are the faint scent of leather and sandalwood in the air, the low thrum of music, and the frantic beat of my own heart.

"Do you take it or not?" Melissa Olson stood before me, bundled in layers of clothes, as if preparing for some noble sacrifice. She held out the black blindfold again, her expression stern, her posture almost defiant. I gave a bitter smile, my embarrassment cutting deeper than ever before. For a moment, I didn't move. She, however, had no patience left. "Hurry up and put it on," she snapped, stepping forward as if she intended to force the thing onto my head herself.

Williams frowned as he glared at Seth with skeptical brows. “What's all this, Hazel? Is this a trap or what?” he angrily asked and stood up on his feet. Everyone suddenly stopped clapping after Seth notified them to stop. Williams's heart was speedily pounding against his chest as though it wanted to leave its place. He furiously clenched his fist as he glared at Seth who stood a few inches away from him. Seth walked up to Williams with a mocking smile. He stood an inch away from Williams and placed his hands akimbo.

My thoughts got interrupted by the teacher’s voice again. “Everyone please put on your blindfolds,” she said. I looked around the class. The other students were already complying, sliding the blindfolds over their eyes. I put mine on too. There were no cracks in the fabric—I couldn’t see a thing. I was completely blind. With my vision gone, my other senses kicked into high gear. The room felt eerily silent again. That heavy quiet pressed against my ears until I heard the soft rustle of a body passing by me.

Lastly, I waved my sword around, which he got after talking through what he was hearing. “Good, you may remove the blindfold.” As he removed the blindfold, I continued, “Not too bad. You did miss my knives; I was waving them around like this,” I performed the same action as earlier, “listening to the whistling of the blade cutting through the air. Good job talking through what you heard on the last one.” Summers smiled a true, genuine smile at the praise.

"I lost my sight when I was seven. Before that, I don 't remember much. " "That' s sad. " "Sometimes. But I have other ways of seeing. I can hear things you might miss. Feel things. Smell things. " "Like what?" "Like right now, I can smell rain coming. And I can hear a bird nearby. A robin maybe. Singing. " Sarah was quiet for a moment. Then, everything looks like. " "I'll be your eyes. If you want. I'll tell you what My throat tightened.