Blindfolded Synonym Novels & Stories

Before I could say anything, he took a piece of clothing, and pressed it gently over my eyes. “Trust me, little wolf,” he whispered, his breath brushing against my ear. I swallowed hard, my heart racing even faster. “Draven… what..” “Shh,” he cut me off, his tone firm but filled with mischief. “I heard blindfolding can heighten your senses.” The bed dipped slightly as Draven climbed up, then straddled me. Securely gripped between his thick thighs, I felt the contents of his underwear pressing firmly into my bottom.

My skin crawled as the person stood there, saying nothing, letting the silence crush me. He spoke. “Finally awake. Are we comfortable?” The words were low, mocking, dripping with a venomous edge that made my blood run cold. I didn’t answer. My throat was dry, my tongue heavy. “Nothing to say?” He chuckled, the sound like nails on a chalkboard. “Come on, princess. I heard you usually have so much to say.” The blindfold came off in one quick yank, and I winced as dim light assaulted my eyes. My vision swam around me.

Absolute darkness. All I could see was black: endless and suffocating. The blindfold dug painfully against my eyes. My head was pounding in pain from the pill Adrian forced me to swallow. I felt disoriented, the ringing in my ears going on and on, defeaning despite the silence surrounding me. Other than that, the only thing I could hear was my heavy breathing.

He must have answered with a nod because the car began to move, sending vibrations through my knees and face. "Hello." I tried to say through the gag but was ignored and rewarded by my blindfold pulled back in place and a pair of cushioned headphones being placed over my ears, not letting a single sound pass, deafening me and taking away another precious sense of mine. I lay in complete silence, hating not knowing what would come next and wondering what would happen tonight. The time seemed to slow down again; I flinched every time I believed I heard a sound or thought I saw something, though both were obviously just my imagination.

"Can I take off this blindfold, please?" "Yes, you can," Shadrach nodded, taking the blindfold off. Wynter adjusted her eyes to the brightness. Slowly, she removed the blindfold, and her eyes widened in awe. She was right; they were in a garden, but not the one everyone could expect. The indoor garden was a magical oasis. Strings of fairy lights hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, golden hue over the lush greenery. Each plant seemed to shimmer under the light, their leaves glistening like jewels.

“She’s going to break records.” They placed a heavy silk blindfold over her eyes, plunging her back into darkness.

Rhena, meanwhile, gave him a cynical look. "What do you mean by that, Blind? Don't just talk, Sicily!" Rhena growled. "Hah, why say that. Are you feeling flustered, or are you the culprit, Rhena?" "Slander will plunge you into disgrace. That blindness is becoming permanent, Sicily." Sicily was silent, she had no effect on the words that escaped Harlan's mouth. The man clearly preferred another mate to Sicily.

Finally, I stop, my chest heaving, my arms hanging heavy at my sides. "You are trying to see me," the blind man says. "That is your mistake. Your eyes are lying to you. They show you where I was, not where I am going." He taps his stick against the floor. "Close your eyes." "What?" "Close your eyes. You cannot fight what you cannot see. So stop trying to see." I look at Mark. He nods once. I close my eyes. The darkness is immediate and complete. Without sight, like the world shrinks to the sounds around me. My own breathing, and drip of water somewhere in the distance. The soft tap of the blind man's stick against the stone floor.

“Not bad.” A faint smile tugged at his lips. “Good. Let me know if it becomes too much. You know the game already.” Then there was the blindfold, a deceptively simple piece of silk. Once it had covered my eyes, the world narrowed to touch, sound, and breath. The absence of sight heightened every other sense, making the brush of fingers or the whisper of movement feel thrilling. “Can you see anything?” Chris’ voice came from somewhere close, though I couldn’t tell exactly where.

I am only something to sell. Now I sit in the darkness again, hugging my knees and trying to make myself small. The sensory deprivation from being blindfolded is starting to heighten my other senses. I can hear every sniffle, every chain movement, every tiny sound around me. I hear it all. I can almost feel it in my soul.