Chapter 72 Daisy – Not Speaking

• I wake up, a pounding in my head and I swear it’s like there is a marching band inside of it, but instead of hitting on drums the sticks are using my brain as one big giant drum. Groaning I fight against it and try to move. I can’t, for a moment I panic as I feel my arms are tied together and then to something and my legs are tied down. I’m naked, fuck! I try to breath and remind myself to fight, even if the only way I can fight is by calling them names and tormenting them. I will do it, I refuse to black out, I refuse to hide away in a fantasy until it is over, and by god I refuse to cry or scream for help.
• Counting from ten I hit one and open my eyes.
• “Where are you? Clearly scared of me to tie me down, what’s wrong? Scared I might actually fucking hurt you?” I hear the shuffle and see Richard next to the bed.