Kandace made me kneel, which was hard to do since my hands were tied behind my back, and jerked the burlap sack off my head. I'm sure she took a few strands of my hair with it. I was kneeling in front of a small wooden table, upon which sat three tea light candles, their tiny flames stood perfectly still. The room beyond was pitch black. The scent of melting wax thickened the air I was trying to breathe. Kandace doesn't know I have asthma. She has stuck a piece of duct tape across my mouth, keeping my complaints muffled. I can't even tell her that my allergies are making it nearly impossible to breathe through my nose. My eyes are watering. She either doesn't notice or she doesn't care. "Let's begin."


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DoctorMikeReddy almost 11 years ago

Stifling. I could feel my own chest aching

JessWest (joined about 11 years ago)

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