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Chapter Three

Imperial

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Isat alone in completesilence, the blindfold still firmly wrapped around my head, soaked from tears and sticking to my eyes. My arms were numb from shoulder to elbow, my wrists hot and stinging where the rope had broken through the flesh.

I was drained; mentally and physically. Too much had taken place for me to wrap my head around. My brain was spent, willingly shutting down and allowing the numbness to spread through my body.

The only sounds around me were my heartbeat hammering inside my chest and the questions I couldn't get out of my head.

How long before he kills me?

What is he planning for me?

What kind of monster would do this?

I should have been terrified, frantic and crazed, just waiting for the next thing to happen. But I wasn't.

There were no emotions flowing through me, I was stone cold. There were only two things I was focused on, two things that meant the world to me to get back.

I need my eyes because I need to see.

I need my arms because I need to move.

Without them, I was a caged animal. I couldn't do anything to save myself.

Rubbing the side of my head against my shoulder, I tried desperately to push the blindfold up. I just couldn't get close enough to move it.

Fuck!

Come on!

There was too much vulnerability not having my sight. Anyone could be watching me, they could be hovering in the corner, mirroring a silent assassin just waiting for the order to strike.

The thought made me shift in place, trying to listen harder. I held my breath for a long second, listening for the exhale of someone else, listening for a light swallow or shift of a boot against the floor.

There was nothing. I was left to wonder and worry about an imaginary man sitting in the corner just watching me.

What would you do if someone was there?

Nothing.

The creak of a door slowly crept into my ears, forcing me to whip my head in the direction of the sound. I sat still, letting my ears do all the work, trying to figure out if someone was actually coming in or just checking up on me.

Why would they need to check on you?

Where the hell would you go?

“I hope you like the room, I keep this one for all the girls I see as special.” Cutting the silence into bits, his dark voice stabbed my ears.

Machi.

Just knowing he was there was enough to turn my blood hot, to make it bubble up in a rage I hadn't ever felt before. For all the fear I should have felt, anger was the only thing that came to life. It was tempering all my worry and pushing adrenaline through my veins.

Fuck! I want this blindfold off!

Dipping my head into my shoulder, I tried again to remove the fabric. My shoulder bounced up and down, my head slid and rolled over the curve in the joint. Taking in long, slow pulls through thinned lips, I grunted in frustration.