Heaven or Hell
This is my 1st attempt at writing this style of fiction. I hope you enjoy it. __ You wake up surrounded by soft sheets after your long flight. Having been asleep since the second your head hit the pillow last night, I let you sleep for as long as you need. You open your eyes, but can’t see anything, you try to move your hands to your eyes, but you can’t. Finding that your hands are loosely bound behind together with rough hemp rope, you struggle a little, only to realise that you have ropes around your thighs too, and that you can’t move on your own. You call my name. I don’t speak nor do I make any noise. Simply, I put a cigarette in between your lips. Spitting it out, I gently slap …