Introducing you to Deceitful Truths

Chapter One

She opened her eyes. Or at least she thought she had. That was her intention. But everything was black. Maybe it was still dark out. She tried again. This time there was a fuzzy blur… a shadow… a stray bit of light… and a voice. But as quick as it all came, it left.

Sometime later she became aware of sounds and sensations. Everything was still dark. She had no sense of who she was or where she was. There was a sensation of being but not of knowing anything else. It was just blank. Something brushed over her body; it was light, delicate really but something she had no real idea as to what it was or where it was coming from. She recoiled inside, pulling back, trying to shrink more into the deep, dark hole that seemed to be her companion. Fear was like a living, breathing monster wrapping her in its cloak; capturing her in a web she felt helpless to get out of.

A very distant part of her brain screamed at her, to get the hell away… to move… to do something… but it was so far away, so faint. She could feel the desperation but could barely grasp what it was telling her to do… or why. She tried to wade through the enveloping darkness to reach it. But she couldn’t move. She was trapped in a tiny black cave with nowhere to go… nowhere to hide… with nothing to see. The panic which had been so remote a moment ago was suddenly all there was. The harder she fought it, the more she fell down the dark well. She had no sensation of self, no meaning of who she was. There was heaviness but she didn’t know anything beyond the little gloomy hole that she seemed to inhabit.

She made a sound. Or at least she thought it came from her but when she couldn’t repeat it, she wasn’t sure. Something moved, maybe even touched her. She couldn’t be certain. There was a tiny sense of pain but then it receded, taking the anxiousness with it… and then there was nothing.
Sounds filtered into her little world.

“Now… do it.”

“She’s…”

Only snippets of their words drifted into her consciousness. She wanted to ask what the two men were talking about. Who they were talking about? And where was she? Who she was?

She felt a gentle breeze waft over her, a strange sensation like it wasn’t happening to her. She wanted to call out but remembered that the last time she’d made a sound or tried to, everything had disappeared. This time she kept quiet. She waited. Slowly more things started to come to her.

She was laying spread eagled on a bed. At least that was her assumption as it was something soft and cushiony, anyway and she felt exposed. Cool air brushed over her skin...
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