Nightmare

Reader Discretion advised: Sexual abuse.

        Pressure wrapped around my wrists, so tight that I could feel it dig in to my skin. What was this? I tried to pull against it, but my wrists would not budge. I slowly opened my eyes, trying to figure out why my wrists weren't moving. But then it dawned on me, I was in another nightmare. My pulse quickened as I examined the room. It was dimly lit by a single torch. I was surrounded by white walls that boxed me in, keeping my trapped in the room, my cell. Red curtains draped off the four poster bed that I was laying on. The room remained mostly empty because they didn't really use this room other then to torture me and to harm me.

        I tugged harder on the ropes, knowing exactly what happens next. But it was no us