Waiting

The darkness closed in on her in the brightly lit room. The black silk band across her eyes darkened with the wetness of
her tears. Her bound hands trembled at her back and moisture leaked between her legs as she strained to hear… nothing.

“Wait” he had said, not that she could have done anything else.

He didn’t say where he was going nor how long he would be gone and he had bound her hands and covered her eyes before he
left. It seemed an eternity though the soft chime of the clock in the hall told her it had been less than 15 minutes.

A sob of terror shook her body, then, just as she thought she could 

take
no more, she heard the door open and felt the
backs of his fingers caressing her cheek.

A great sense of relief swept across her as she heard him say: “Good girl.”