The Room
Opening my eyes I found myself in a room I didn't recognise, my hands chained securely above my head to a steel ring, which had obviously been deliberately attached to the wall to keep whoever was unlucky enough to find themselves in the position I found myself in exactly where they were.
Dragging myself as upright as possible I could see a door, which was slightly ajar, opposite the end of the bed, a dim light glowing throw the gap.
“Hey. Is anyone out there?”
For a few seconds there was nothing but then, suddenly and without any warning, the door flew open. Standing in the doorway was the slim figure, which I guessed could only belong to a woman.
“So you're finally awake,” whoever she was whispered, entering the room and revealing herself to be wearing nothing more than matching black and white lace underwear.
“Who are you? Where am I?”
Climbing on to the bed she ran her index finger over my naked chest, her sharp nail breaking the skin.
“All you need to know is I am the last woman you will ever lie to and,” she began, before glancing around the room. “this is the last room you will ever see.”
©JSMorbius
