by Anonymous | Score: 1000
A crack of lightning snapped through the cold evening air, shortly followed by the pitter and patter of rain against the window. The woman, startled, shuddered in her seat. Looking across the room, she gazed into the dying flame contained within the fireplace. It begged for a stoking to flare it back up, but it was not like she could do so; not with her hands cuffed to the very seat she sat in.
It had likely been a few hours since she initially woke up in this unfamiliar residence. In that time, for all her screaming, and thrashing, and pleas for freedom, the only person to enter the room wasn't