Drysouls Stories

The ropes around her wrists tightened as she pulled on them. Unable to see, she hissed in pain. She relaxed her arms, releasing the pressure. Not long ago had she tried to shake the blindfold off, but to no avail. She heard soft footsteps behind her, and slowly walked in front of her. A deep, quiet unembodied chuckle bubbled up to where the footsteps stopped.