In no time I was sitting up. I emerged from my happy place, only to discover quite a lot had changed. My captor’s hands made contact with my skin, and a shiver of fear rippled through me. Hopefully I would reach a wall or stumble across something of use. The faux leather material that made up the bed felt cold against breasts and stomach. I was instantly blinded and lost all ability to see for a few seconds. I glanced up at it. Each time he grunted from the effort, another wave of pain washed over me. He had made a deathbed promise. I was no longer crippled with pain. Not only had I lost my virginity, but I had enjoyed it. I had lost the ability to hear. He held the handle and let the rest fall to the floor. Or the fact that I was being ridden by a complete stranger—unless I somehow figured out why his voice sounded so familiar.
