I honestly had no idea what I was going to tease you with. I feel like I've bored you all senseless with same old same old lately.
So instead of risking total alienation, I give you this...
God almighty, whatever had she been drinking?
Hold on… Andie tried to gather her scattered wits. The last thing she remembered was wanting a glass of water or something. But surely that wouldn’t mean her mouth tasted like the floor of a budgie cage? Not that she’d ever licked one, but it was the most apt description Andie could think of. Hell, she ached and she was thirsty. Water, for the love of god, I need water. Okay, get up and get on with it.
She tried to roll to one side and a rock stopped her.
A rock? I don’t have rocks indoors, just in the rockery. That almost made her snigger. Almost. What on earth had happened to her bed? Her soft mattress topper and feather pillows? Why was she sleeping on the ground? She didn’t do camping. Not since she’d taken part in an overnight hike for her Duke of Edinburgh award badge and been bitten all over her bum to hell and back by midges, when she’d slid out of the tent to go for a pee.
Her bladder told her it was pee time again. Like now.
Oh god what if I am outside and there’s midges? Not in December surely? There was nothing for it. To go to the loo was imperative or she’d wet herself. Andie counted to three and tried to sit up.
She couldn’t. Her hands were tied behind her back and her ankles caught together. Andie jerked them around experimentally. About two inches of give in her hands, an inch or so more between her ankles.
What the? Her head thumped in time to her heartbeat. Too fast and too loudly. Oh god, am I dead and this is retribution for some long forgotten misdeed? Open your eyes, eejit. Look around, then if I can’t see, panic.
Okay, I can do it. One, two… She opened her eyes and squinted in the semi-darkness. She was alive, even if she had no idea where. Definitely not outside, because she could see the faint outline of a window high up in what she guessed was a wall. A barred window. “What the hell?”
“Yeah, what the fucking…” The voice was deep, husky and sadly well known.
Oh god I am dead and it is bloody retribution. Why else would I be imagining him? Or I’m in a nightmare. That book I read the other night was all too real. They’ve come to take me away. She began to wriggle harder, desperate to find out why she couldn’t move. That bloody rock. Her ass was hard up against it and… shit! Now she was dreaming of cock-shaped rocks. That was so not fair.
(Taken from Killer Christmas, Evernight December)
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love Raven x