Chapter 1 waking up

I woke up to a flash of pain through my right pols. I had tried to turn on my side but something stopped my arm from coming with.

I opened my eyes to a creak only to close them again fast. A bright white light was shining directly at my face, and it was too much for me to wake up to something like that.

Still, the light had activated my senses and I realised something cold was pressing against the pols I tried to move earlier. I now also realised my arm wasn't lying beside me but was hanging in the air. I flash of terror went through me and I shook my arm, only to be confirmed of my fear.

I shook my other arm and then my legs. But all were being held tight in place by cold creaking handcuffs. I quickly opened my eyes and squinted.

A silhouette came in view.

It was obviously a man, with a big belly, broad shoulders and hair that reached his shoulders

"What's happening?"

I tried to ask, but only a soft cracked voice came out of my mouth. I swallowed and tried again:

"What's happened?"

My senses were now full on and I realised it was cold.

I looked down and saw that I was laying on a clean decent bed with blue coloured covers. I wearing a simple white dress with colourful tiny flowers decorating it, it reached to about my knees and I was wearing no bra.

I recognized the dress, but if I had ever worn it before or seen it anywhere else, I couldn't tell.

To be honest I couldn't remember anything.

"Answer me!"

"Shhhh, its fine."

The silhouette said

"No it's not! Get these things of me!"

I yelled while rattling my cuffs.

"Shhhss, don't move, I'll help you."

The silhouette said as he came closer.

He laid his warm sweaty hand on my leg and started moving upwards. I tried to move away, but my cuffs wouldn't make me. His other hand slipped between my thighs.

I could smell him now, a sour disgusting smell that reminded my somehow of socks and overdue meat. His hands and the smell made a quiver go over my back and I started panicking even more.

"Lay off! LAY OFF!"

I screamed while I kept trying to break free.

He didn't respond, and even though I couldn't see him good, I thought I saw a smile.

That made me angry, how could this man to this to me. Somehow I knew I wasn't just somebody. I was a powerful woman with senses wide awake, a brilliant mind and a strong body.

He reached my panties now and slowly started to remove them.

I waited for the right time, I knew he would come closer, this pervert couldn't stop himself from enjoying every moment of this, of abusing a bound young woman.

I waited, and then shot my knee straight up, right against his nose. He stumbled forward and I trusted my elbow at him. He fell backward while gripping his left eye.

"You fucking BITCH! I ain't gonna play nice now!"

He got up and grabbed my throat. His other hand ripped my panties off and grasped me in between my legs.

I trashed wildly, but he didn't let go, he had learned his lesson.

He tried to kiss me when I heard loud sounds in another room. Then the door burst open and another man walked in. He was slender build with a slightly tanned skin. His hairs was black and standing right up, as if he just woke up.

"Get of her Grank!"

He pulled the silhouette, apparently called Grank, of me and threw him to the ground.

"Get out! Now!"

Grank grumbled and walked out through the open door.

The man who saved me from a terrifying experience closed the door and locked it.

He looked at me with a pained face.

"I'm really really sorry, I was supposed to guard you, but I fell asleep and-"

"Cut me loose."

"I uhh.. I can't, I'm not allowed to"

"Cut me loose, please!"

"I... I'm sorry, I can't"

He walked towards me and I made myself ready for another assault.

He saw me tensing and quickly said,

"No, no, wait I'm helping."

He readjusted my dress so you couldn't see my nakedness anymore.

"Can you get me out?"

I asked while he turned off the bright light.

I now could see the room clearly. It was a big room, with no windows or doors, except for the door the man came through. A big film light was pointed at me and an old living room lamp was hanging from the ceiling.

"No, I'm supposed to guard you, keep you safe and...Locked up."

There was a silence and he turned towards me.

"Go away!" I yelled in anger.

He quickly exited the door and locked it from the other side.

I couldn't remember who I was, or what had happened. What I did know was that I was powerful. And that I was locked up.