4.11- Grazie
Teaser
Two wet, salty tear tracks burned their way down her cheeks. She tried to blink the pools away, but the tears had managed to soak the blindfold to her eyelids, and her lashes caught against the fabric.
Chloe sniffled roughly and choked back the sob that threatened to fall from her lips. Her left temple felt cold and sticky; she knew that there was a large amount of blood mixed into her hair and staining the blindfold.
She strained furiously against the handcuffs that bound her hands behind her back. The cool metal cut into her skin roughly and a warm trickle of blood slithered its way down her wrists onto the rough fabric of the bed she was sitting on. Her left leg was chained to, what she could only assume was, a bed frame.
Somewhere in the distance a clock sounded, it's rhythmic clanging echoing all around her, twelve times. Chloe struggled again against the handcuffs, swallowing forcibly to keep the lump in her throat from rising.
A hand wrapped painfully around her arm, wrenching her to her feet. She could feel each individual finger press deeply into her skin, could feel the blood vessels break under the pressure, and knew that it would bruise. She bit her lip tightly, breaking the skin, to keep from crying out.
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