Submission of Shannon
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
7,289
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Cage
Shannon slowly starts to regain consciousness. Her head pounds as if she had been downing tequilas the night before. She's dizzy, confused, and slightly nauseous from whatever is inside her. Gradually though, her environment comes into focus. She realizes she's lying on her side, her cheek resting on a cool, hard floor.
With a sudden urgency, her eyes pop open as more details of her body seep into awareness. She realizes that she has been stripped naked with her wrists bound in cold steel behind her back, supplicating her movements. The damp coolness of her environment flows over ample breasts as exposed nipples are brought to a chilly attention. Those long dark skinned legs are now curled up beneath her, her knees sore and stiff from being stuck in one position too long. Around her neck, she feels the roughness of sort of leather collar. The bondage of her neck and wrists seem to be the only adornment left to her flesh.
"Oh god, where am I!" She thinks to herself as a mood of fear flows through her. The terrified woman shakes her head to get the cobwebs from her mind and to loosen the flowing strands of hair out of her face but her movements truly do little good. There is absolutely no light in this room, nothing to see of where she might be, and whatever was used to drug her was still having some affect.
She can feel the coolness of the floor resting against her skin. From the touch of her legs she can tell below her lies a smooth wood. This is all she knows in this place. A tear starts to make its way down her cheek when her clouded mind finally comprehends her captivity. She wonders if she truly is alive, for this could very well be hell.
She tries to raise her cheek from the floor, but the drugs keep her body from fully responding. The bound beauty loses her balance, forcing her forward a bit and hitting the top of her head against a metal bar. Her body reacts, falling awkwardly back to the side where she now feels numerous bars against her skin.
"HELP ME! GOD, SOMEONE HELP ME!!" she cries out as the picture of her cage floats into her mind. Each cry is a more desperate as the thoughts of her surroundings mix with the fear of the darkness and unknown that surrounds her.
As she yells, an attempt to straighten her feet fail with the touch of the bars against her toes, giving her another idea of just how cramped she really is.
While the uncertainties of her situation grow within her, the tears continue to roll across her face. Shannon’s cries become even more anxious as she loses hope that they could be heard. She starts to roll around, to fight against the darkness, but is unable to go too far as the collar around her neck becomes tighter.
"I'm fucked! I can’t move! There’s no way out! I’m going to die!" The thoughts flood into her head as she grasps more pieces of her dire situation.
Suddenly, she snaps to attention, her ears pick up strange sounds around her. A scratching in the darkness rustles from some edge of the darkness.
"HELLO??" she yells, "WHO'S THERE!!"
Her body shakes harder in fear.
Again she beckons to anyone who might hear, "DAMN IT!! Who's there?"
No answer comes, only more shifting in the darkness, knowing something else alive is with her.
"Fuck!!" she thinks to herself, wondering if the sound is man or beast. Visions of rats, cockroaches, and snakes skulking on the floor jump into her over stimulated imagination.
Suddenly there is a second movement, the sound of a metal chair scooting against a concrete floor, followed by the sound of footsteps that seem to be walking around her.
"Who's there!" she cries out one final time. “Please! Help me! Let me go!" she pleads with the unknown darkness.
"Help you? Let you go?" finally comes a reply in a male voice, questioning her requests.
Shannon snaps to attention with in the cage, trying to roll her body away from where the voice is coming from.
"My dear, “the voice continues, "You'll come to see those are two very different things."
With a sudden urgency, her eyes pop open as more details of her body seep into awareness. She realizes that she has been stripped naked with her wrists bound in cold steel behind her back, supplicating her movements. The damp coolness of her environment flows over ample breasts as exposed nipples are brought to a chilly attention. Those long dark skinned legs are now curled up beneath her, her knees sore and stiff from being stuck in one position too long. Around her neck, she feels the roughness of sort of leather collar. The bondage of her neck and wrists seem to be the only adornment left to her flesh.
"Oh god, where am I!" She thinks to herself as a mood of fear flows through her. The terrified woman shakes her head to get the cobwebs from her mind and to loosen the flowing strands of hair out of her face but her movements truly do little good. There is absolutely no light in this room, nothing to see of where she might be, and whatever was used to drug her was still having some affect.
She can feel the coolness of the floor resting against her skin. From the touch of her legs she can tell below her lies a smooth wood. This is all she knows in this place. A tear starts to make its way down her cheek when her clouded mind finally comprehends her captivity. She wonders if she truly is alive, for this could very well be hell.
She tries to raise her cheek from the floor, but the drugs keep her body from fully responding. The bound beauty loses her balance, forcing her forward a bit and hitting the top of her head against a metal bar. Her body reacts, falling awkwardly back to the side where she now feels numerous bars against her skin.
"HELP ME! GOD, SOMEONE HELP ME!!" she cries out as the picture of her cage floats into her mind. Each cry is a more desperate as the thoughts of her surroundings mix with the fear of the darkness and unknown that surrounds her.
As she yells, an attempt to straighten her feet fail with the touch of the bars against her toes, giving her another idea of just how cramped she really is.
While the uncertainties of her situation grow within her, the tears continue to roll across her face. Shannon’s cries become even more anxious as she loses hope that they could be heard. She starts to roll around, to fight against the darkness, but is unable to go too far as the collar around her neck becomes tighter.
"I'm fucked! I can’t move! There’s no way out! I’m going to die!" The thoughts flood into her head as she grasps more pieces of her dire situation.
Suddenly, she snaps to attention, her ears pick up strange sounds around her. A scratching in the darkness rustles from some edge of the darkness.
"HELLO??" she yells, "WHO'S THERE!!"
Her body shakes harder in fear.
Again she beckons to anyone who might hear, "DAMN IT!! Who's there?"
No answer comes, only more shifting in the darkness, knowing something else alive is with her.
"Fuck!!" she thinks to herself, wondering if the sound is man or beast. Visions of rats, cockroaches, and snakes skulking on the floor jump into her over stimulated imagination.
Suddenly there is a second movement, the sound of a metal chair scooting against a concrete floor, followed by the sound of footsteps that seem to be walking around her.
"Who's there!" she cries out one final time. “Please! Help me! Let me go!" she pleads with the unknown darkness.
"Help you? Let you go?" finally comes a reply in a male voice, questioning her requests.
Shannon snaps to attention with in the cage, trying to roll her body away from where the voice is coming from.
"My dear, “the voice continues, "You'll come to see those are two very different things."