HIS OBSESSION AND POSSESSION

Marianne

Slowly, the sensation of pain trickled down from my shoulders, reaching my arms and causing them to feel numb; this discomfort jolted me awake. Right now, both my hands were tied up, while I stood in the center of the room, my feet barely touching the ground.

Cold sweat was already peeling off my skin. The room had a warm glow, and the windows were covered. I struggled, spurring my body around, but I winced in slight pain, like my hands were going to pull out.

Things, unexplainable things were hung on the walls of both side, I squinted my eyes as my eyes were still blurry. Whips, shackles, handcuffs of different types, sex toys. The view banged horror on me, and my breathing grew in excessive panic.

I locked my eyes to the chains that bounded me, battling to get my hands free, but it all went in vain. Ezekiel, the name shot in my head, he is the only one who could put me in such a place.

The more I slowly gaze at the room, it emitted an eerily feeling, something that