I belong to an online writing group and joined the practice list. For this exercise I was to put a character into a situation where they couldn’t see and needed to rely on their other senses. In 400 words or less.
This is what I wrote… for those following my Six Sentence Sunday of Pack (tentative title) you should enjoy this … with this exercise I took this bit of torture from my novel and improved upon it (well I think so anyway.) … so you get a bit of a preview!
Looking up in time to see my attacker, I was met with a kick in the face. Everything went dark.When I came to I found myself suspended from the ceiling, arms stretched out above my head. My body was stiff from a lengthy suspension. The cold steel cuffs around my wrists bit into the skin. My flesh tingled against the cold of the room. I was naked.
The material of the bag draped over my head scratched against my skin. It felt stiff as though it had been drenched in something. One sniff and I knew what it was: blood. It had dried in the material making the bag rigid against my cheek. The smell was disgusting, a coppery sweet scent that made me gag.Struggling I tried to bust the handcuffs, but it didn’t work in my weakened state.“Oh, you’ll never break them. You might as well stop struggling.” Her voice was shrill, feminine and full of delight. I strained my ears to hear more, but didn’t recognize it.The echoes of her heels as they clicked the hard floor were like daggers sinking into my temples. She walked around me, her soft hands glided across my back as I hung. I took inventory. My body ached, the dull throbbing pain someone gets from sleeping in a bad position.My head was still swimming from the kick. The ocean seemed to swirl within my ear drums. She was speaking again but the words were fogged by the ringing in my head. Straining to hear her, my attention was pulled to my left calf.She walked, and talked, her fingers lingered on my leg. She sighed as she let her finger nails dig into my flesh. I wormed my leg away trying to break free of her grasp with no success. I could feel them tear into the layers of skin and reach down deep into the muscle. My blood trickled down my leg, sickly tickling my foot as it dripped between my toes. The smacking of her lips made me sick while she licked her fingers. I was thankful for my drowsiness. It dulled the pain.The dry, woody scent of a fire burning somewhere near hit my nose and mingled with the overpowering scent of blood. Bile rose in my throat.“You’re mine now.” she said.