Written By: Jenne
So I find myself laying spread-eagle on the bed, my eyes tightly bound with a silk scarf, and my wrists and ankles straining against the ropes that held them tightly to each corner of our king sized bed. I can feel the beads of sweat beginning to trickle down my forehead. The anticipation is killing me. I have no idea what he had planned for this evening, but I give him my trust many years ago, and I know deep down inside he will never allow anyone or anything to hurt me.

I hear the door open and close, I strain to hear the foot steps fall across the floor, but can hear nothing. Had he left the room? Every nerve in my body was as stretched as the ropes that bound me, all I can do is listen, lie and await my fate.