THEIR CAPTIVE

CHAPTER 2

My eyes flew open and I squinted against the brightness of a fireplace.

Dizzy and disoriented, I looked around the room, confused as to why I am here.

My head feels heavy, my tongue thick against the roof of my mouth while my throat is parched like a dry sandpaper. There's an odd, bitter taste on my mouth that taste like...like...

Damp cloth and substance.

I drowsily looked around me.

Where am I?

What happened?

Slowly, I surveyed the strange room.

The blazing hearth in front of me is what met my gaze first before my eyes scoured the entirety of the room and noticed details. Bear rugs underneath my feet, deer antlers displayed on the walls.

A lone picture frame decorated the dark wood but it's too far to decipher what's in it.

The room is lacking of anything but darkness and oakwood, indicating a hunter's cabin.

Beside me was a circular oak table with a glass of water, a bowl of grapes and sliced bread atop it. My stomach growled, my hunger making it's presence known. In my haste, I nearly lunged for it but when I did, something held me back.

No. Not something.

I can't fucking move.

Not an inch.

Confused, I tried to raise my hands again but I'm held immobile. My whole body is, and I can't budge despite my attempts to get my hands on the loaf.

What the hell?

Then, I noticed it. The ropes. The tight knots binding my wrists, and my whole torso to a wooden chair. The tight leather laces on each of my thighs, parting them far apart to expose my bare pussy.

Scheisse.

And it finally hit me. The Russian civilian. That traitorous fucker.

After that long ass eight hours of pointless trek, only to be captured by a pretentious ashsole that spiked a bag water to get me unconscious.

Looking down at myself, I came to another astounding realization that I am stripped naked. My combat boots are gone, so is my rifle and balaclava, including all my military clothes.

The only thing giving me warmth is the flame of the fireplace which I am forced to squint against.

I tried to kick my feet or close my legs but it didn't move an inch. I doubled my struggles, even attempting to lose my balance backwards so I could shatter the chair but I realized it's chained to the floor too.

The ropes...they're tied with expert precision and they won't cave.

Fuck.

I snapped my mouth, trying to get rid of the bitter taste but there's a thick material in between my teeth.

A fucking gag.

I attempted to scream but all that came out is a muffled sound. Although, I know that making any sound for help won't get me anywhere.

It's the Russians.

They planned this; the ambush, my capture and I'm sure I'm in the middle of nowhere right now so they could torture me as long as they want.

Seething, I cursed myself for falling for a trap.

Again.

I should've taken my chances on those woods rather than ending up as a prisoner.