Shouldn't Want Her But i Do

Little Miss Lucky

-Michelle

I can't see anything.

But I can hear it and it's torturing me.
There's something dripping, and it smells like chemicals in here.

'It' is also the sound of liquid colliding with the floor, every 7 seconds it's barley audible so I know that I'm in a large room.

Although the emotion of hopelessnes has washed over me. My body feels like it's 14 feet up in the sky.

I wonder where I could be, how I appear to anyone watching me right now.

This is scary enough. I've had enough. Falling into somebody's trap as a fucking foreigner. Well I'm only American. I'm barely 21.

I wish I could go back in time, maybe 28 minuets before this. I would've bolted faster out of that strange facility.

My pocket starts to buzz soundly, unconsciously my fingers jolted to check my notifications.

Probably my mother, or- actually nobody else talks to me.

Its continues to buzz gradually increasing volume, I take a sharp intake of breath.

Whatever these criminal mafia cliche hucksters have prepared for me. I at least want the feeling of my phone in my pocket. At this rate it's about to vibrate it's way out my skirt.
Yes my skirt has pockets.

There's a prickle thats hard to ignore   crawling  on my lower back, I begin to shift or wiggle further into the solid chair, my movement severely suppressed due to the restriction.

it makes me scoff, if you're going to tie me up at least use silk.

The irritation doesn't subside, pushing my luck I proceed to awkwardly gyrate against the seat.
Ah,
if you could see me now mother.
Definetly disowned.

My heart warns me before I do when I lose the control of how much weight put into the core of the chair, causing it to topple over.

Shit. I'm so fucked.

Just as I accept my defeat the soft sound of liquid hitting the floor almost menacingly, what I would give to see what's in store for me.

My vision was abruptly restored when the blindfold was swiftly removed from my face.

It was the lady I had recently seen. I should've known.

"Are you alright my love,"

What the hell did I get myself into.