Captive in puffy jacket at the attic
(My perverse imaginations)
I was attacked, stunned and Now I am in an unknown place. Judging by the feeling of stale air, I conclude that I am in some old attic of the house. I'm tied tightly with ropes to a post or a pole. My hands are tied behind back, my legs are tied, and my body is also tied to a pole. I can hardly move. I have my eyes covered with a scarf and there is no point in calling for help, because I have a ball gag in my mouth. As a helpless and woman, of course I'm scared, and even though I'm wearing a warm down jacket, I'm cold. I try to free myself from the ropes, but it's useless, the ropes hold tight. Suddenly I hear the door slam and steps on the stairs. That help is coming, someone to save me? No, it's just my coming to check on me and silence me even more with a scarf. He places the satin scarf over my ball gag and ties it to the pole. I am even more helpless and silent now. My is leaving and I'm left alone. I try to scream and call for help, but it's an unnecessary effort. I resign and slowly accept the role of a tied captive ...