Bound, Fated and Forbidden

Chains

Chains

My head felt foggy and my sight was blurry. There was a sharp pain travelling down my spine and I could feel each and every vertebrae. I felt, cold, naked and exposed and I could not figure it out why. I moved to lift my head and felt a strong tug at my wrists which were being held above my head. I slowly rolled my head to the side, still to tired to move any faster, and saw thick chains wrapped around my left wrist, and the same on the other.
I moved my foot and felt the same tug. Looking down I could see matching chains around my ankles. I now understood why I felt naked... I was.

Suddenly all movement returned to my body and I rushed to pull my knees up to my chest in an attempt to cover my bare skin. The concrete was cold against my skin and the brick scratched my back. My breathing became rapid and I could hear the flutter of my own heartbeat, could feel my pulse in my throat.
My screams turned to whimpers when my throat felt dry and scratchy.

Warm tears flowed down my cheeks and I slowly lost consciousness.

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I don't know how long I was out but it felt like I hadn't slept at all. When I woke I could hear the dripping of the damp ceiling, there was a faint light which I could see through the bars of the door directly in front of me.
"Hello?" I called. My voice coming out raspy. A shadow moved in front of the door and I could hear the rusty lock slide open. My vision began to fade until all I saw was black.
I could feel eyes on me. I pulled my knees tighter to my chest and dropped my head. I wasn't going to fight, not yet. The visitor moved closer to me until I could feel his close proximity.

He was standing at my feet. It was so silent, I could hear his deep breath. His breathing was shaking, like he was nervous or upset. How dare he! I'm the one naked and in chains. He grasped my chin and tilted my head to the side, and brushed his finger against my throat.
"You were mine to turn, not his," he whispered harshly, a low growl in his throat. He grasped my throat in one hand and a sharp pain shot through and I felt warm liquid dripping down my chest.
"Now you're mine, but you won't remember what happened," his voice sounded strained as he gripped the back of my head and tensed, like he was ready to pull.

The last thing I remember was my sight fading back in and dark blue eyes.... Before he snapped my neck.