Her eyes wide open fixed upon her surroundings. Her mouth so tightly sealed, the tape holding whatever had been placed inside her mouth to keep her quiet. Her body splayed out, rope tethering her securely to the bed, her arms extended to the bed frame behind her, her ankles affixed to the other end.
Her body covered in just the bra and panties she had gone to work in that day, the rest of her clothes nowhere to be found. Her mind was a blurry haze, as she tried to recall what had gone on that day. She could only remember getting into her car that morning. Nothing else was clear.
She had awoken to find herself in this room, not a sound to be heard other than her desperate breaths and her muffled cries. She had lay there for what seemed like an eternity, waiting for whatever her fate would be. Nothing came and with each passing minute, she felt her panic level increase, her heart beating seemingly out of her chest.
Finally, she heard a series of locks opening, the sound of a heavy door opening and footsteps approaching her. Her eyes widened as she bucked helplessly against her restraints, her body barely moving as she turned her head to see an individual approaching through the shadows.
Her muffled pleas grew louder, her voice trying to get through, to reason, to plead with whomever had brought her here. The man appeared now close, his face covered. He wore gloves on his hands and slowly he took one hand and began to glide it over her body, her whimpers escalating in pitch.
Suddenly, she shot up in bed, her body free, a loud shriek escaping her lips as she looked around frantically. She was in her bedroom now, her body free and unbound. Her heart was racing, her mind momentarily confused as she looked around. Everything was as it should be. It was at that moment she realized it had all been a dream. She put her hand on her chest and could feel the pounding in her chest. Suddenly, she realized another sensation that was occurring. She reached between her legs, and found herself soaked. As wet as she ever had been. Lying back in her pillow, her body relaxing, she let her fingers lie there, slowly stimulating her clit, as she tried to recall the details of the dream, this time her mind arousing her, stimulating her, instead of terrifying her.
