I have now very nearly completed my fourth book 'Lost Love' and I thought it might be a nice idea to give you another taster of the first book in the series. So, here is the first chapter. ENJOY!
#CaptiveLove
Chapter 1
Lydia
It was
pitch-dark around me and I was unable to see anything. No light seemed to penetrate
to where I was. Where the hell was I? My bedroom was never this dark; it had not
even been this dark that time the street lights failed. I moved my hand in
front of my eyes. At least I tried to. Instead I found I was unable to move
them sufficiently to reach. What on earth was going on?
I tried
to work out where I was. It felt a little damp here and there was a faint smell
of mould. It was a bit nippy and, as I mentioned, pitch-dark. This was
definitely not my bedroom! I was unable to move my arms much. I could feel them
move against my ears when I tried to move them. I wiggled my arms a little more
and something seemed to be scraping at my wrists. Something rather rough appeared to be holding
my wrists together. I tried to move my fingers a little and only just managed
to touch what felt like some rough rope bound around my wrists with my right
pinkie.
A
slight panic arose. Where was I? Why? How?
Okay, it
was time to work out where I was. Panicking would not help me. I needed to concentrate
on my breathing, slowly out, slowly in. With every breath I started to feel a little
bit calmer. Don’t get me wrong, I was still panicking. But I felt a little
calmer anyway.
I could
feel something soft against my back. Could this be a mattress perhaps? I tried
to move my legs. Not much room to manoeuvre there either. I tried to put my
feet flat on the mattress and was only just able to do that. I gently pushed
myself up to get some more room to move for my arms. My legs were now fully
extended and they had no more room left to move.
First I
moved my arms a little to my left. It did indeed feel like a mattress. Next I
moved them up a little and I could follow the rope to something which felt smooth
and cold. It felt like metal. I concentrated hard to find out what it was
exactly. There seemed to be some loops and twists. It appeared to be the
headboard of a bed.
I tried
to move my hands down a little, but could only just reach the top of my head.
Even when I moved my head back, I was unable to reach the ropes with my teeth. It
was not much use at this time. I moved my arms to my right and felt the
mattress again. Stretching my arms as far as I was able, my fingers grazed on
something rough, cold and uneven. I moved my hands along the surface as much as
I could. There was a dip, then something rough, then a dip again. It felt like
brickwork, a wall.
Where
was I? How did I get here?
I tried
to recall the last memories I had. Memories of my friends Krista, Freya, Josie
and I in the pub surfaced, but they were a little vague. I tried to remember a
little harder. Smiling faces, drinks on the bar, dancing. These were the
flashes going through my brain. The surfacing memories indicated that we had a
lovely night and had a great time together. We all had a few drinks, but not enough
to explain the headache and fuzzy head I was experiencing at the moment. I
hardly drank any alcohol at all, at the most two drinks. Last night had been no
different. We had just been sitting and chatting at the bar. We danced a little
as well. No strangers had been in the pub. Everyone knows everyone in the small
village we live in. It had just been a quiet night out after a shopping trip in
the afternoon.
After
my head cleared a little I remembered that I had left the pub earlier than my
friends as I needed to get up early for work. Did I get to my car? I couldn’t
remember whether I made it to my car; it all remained a bit fuzzy.
Then another
memory surfaced.
I got outside and felt a little wobbly and
lightheaded. An arm was put around my waist and a voice said ‘It’s okay Lydia,
I’ve got you. Let me help you home’. The voice was familiar, but I couldn’t quite place it.
It was
a male voice. Who was it? Where did he
take me?
My
breathing started to increase and I could feel my heart beating faster. I felt
breathless and tingly and quite lightheaded. I could hear the blood rushing
through my ears. I was starting to panic a little again. I lay back for a
moment and tried to calm myself down. Breathe in and breathe out, slow breaths.
I was starting to feel a bit better again. Not as lightheaded as I was
before.
Suddenly
I could hear some noises. I tried to place where they were coming from. Was it
in the same space I was, was it mice perhaps? I heard scuffling noises. No,
they were not near. It sounded like they were coming from above my head.
There the
noises were again. Now they sounded more like footsteps. Some shuffles, then
some creaking noises like floorboards. Next there was a squeaking noise and a
slight bang. There was a sound like water hitting water. Next it sounded like a
toilet was being flushed.
Someone
else was here! I opened my mouth to scream for help, but then shut it again. Would
it be such a good idea to let them know I was awake, or would it be better to
try and find out as much as I could before they found out?
I
couldn’t quite make my mind up. I also still felt a bit drowsy. What had
happened to me? Why was my head hurting and fuzzy? Why had I had a reaction
like this after only two drinks?
The
noises coming from above started to fade. I tried to keep my eyes open, but
somehow I drifted off to sleep again.
Love,
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