Waking Is a Bitch (CANCELLED!)
Waking Is a Bitch
Everything wasn't black. Rather, there was a complete lack of anything. That experience lasted only a sliver of a second. Captured felt his heart beat. His limbs began to wake with a painful tingle. He still couldn't move, but awareness was coming at a steady pace.
His eyelids were the first things he could move. He thought he must be in a very dark room. Blinking took a little effort. At least it was progress. The greatest relief so far came from feeling his right index finger twitch. He then consciously moved it. Each finger on his right paw followed suit. He made a tight fist and released it. Captured then knew that his body was in functioning order. His brain and nerves were the problem.
With his right paw working, feeling came to Captured's left paw quickly. His hind paws had stopped tingling as well, but he was more concerned with feeling around and grasping. His paws felt disconnected from the rest of his body. His arms were still numb.
Hoping that it was just a matter of time till he could move his arms, Captured focused on his other senses. There was a noise in the room, but he couldn't identify it. He was still too disoriented to make sense of something so complex. Only the simple things computed. I can feel my hands. I can see, but there's nothing to see. I can smell something, too.
Captured could feel the pull of gravity. He tried to figure his orientation in space. He was laying down in something. It wasn't solid like a floor or a mattress. It felt warm and smooth. It curved along his back. There was something in the middle supporting it, allowing it to support Captured's torso.
With great effort, Captured moved his legs. They were bent at the knees. His ankles were caught on something. His arms stretched behind and above his head. They too were kept in place by something. It was all very unpleasant.
It wasn't until now that Captured noticed his eyelashes were brushing up against cloth.
Captured stopped breathing. His stomach turned sour. He tried to pull an arm down. Now he figured what that sound was. Metal against metal. He moved his legs. Metal against metal.
Captured now knew that he was suspended in the air with a sling supporting his body. His arms and legs were chained up as well. The urge to cry out overwhelmed him. His vocal cords refused. Just a tiny whimper came from his throat.
Captured hadn't yet understood the smell, but I'll let you in on the secret. Master was in the room as well. He was a beast of a stallion. Everything about him was, in a word, excessive. Captured's sensitive nose had caught the scent of Master's body. It was a rather pleasant smell, to be honest. Captured simply couldn't appreciate its beauty.
Master had been watching Captured's progress with sick amusement. To watch such a little creature, naked and suspended in the air, struggle against metal and leather was an absolute pleasure.
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Rule #5: "Start as close to the end as possible." This was supposed to be the beginning of a longer story. I'll follow the rules more closely with the final draft.