Raya Banks

I could feel my mascara clumped against my cheeks as I came to, forcing my eyes open and allowing the world to bleed into color.

Where on earth was I? And what was that God awful screeching? I glanced around the dark room, feeling like I had run a marathon as my thighs cramped and ached from being curled up for too long.

I held my breath when realization sunk into my pores like lead and immediately tried to snap to a seat before the binds dug into my midriff painfully and I cried out.

“Easy there now, no need to get yer little panties in a twist...