Something Evil part two M/F dark

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Elvira Devlin awoke in unfamiliar surroundings. She blinked and tried to focus her dazzling brown eyes on something a scant foot from the tip of her elegant, slender, nose. The daughter to a Spanish mother and Irish father she was beautiful. Delicate facial features and dark brown eyes from her mother’s side made her stand apart from most women. Unusually dark red hair that seemed to change with the light made her seem almost iridescent. She was strong and lean. Taller than most women in 19th century Europe she had the type of physical profile that attracted attention of men and women alike wherever she traveled.

Elvira lifted her head and saw she was still fully clothed. Her ample breast straining at the buttons of her blouse, she shifted her weight and realized she was bound. Bound at the ankle, white cord securely wrapped about her leather boots and tightly cinched. Her skirt splayed lazily above the knee to reveal her white under garments. She shifted her shoulders and confirming her suspicions, found her gloved hands were pinned beneath her weight. Her wrists were bound similar fashion as her ankles. Her hands tied parallel to each other under the lacing of her corset as Ms. Devlin tried to separate them to no avail. A moment of panic seeped into her mind and she struggled with more urgency but still felt odd. Had she been poisoned? She tried to think and clear her head.

Above her suddenly loomed a dark shadow. It appeared between Elvira and the only light source in the dimly lit room. She opened her mouth to speak but a hand, thick and powerful clamped over her mouth, completely covering the lower half of her face. She sensed fighting to be useless in her present state as she felt a wad of cloth shoved abruptly into her mouth. It was quickly secured by a length of some kind of leather thong. The figure towered over her as it secured the gag after a momentary turn around her head and pulled it painfully tight. The leather spread over her mouth covering it and preventing her from spitting out the cloth.

As the figure pulled back observing her the hand went to the candle extinguishing the only light and plunged her into darkness. Elvira Devlin lay alone in the darkness weeping silently as the sound of an enormous door clanked shut. The turn of a key and click of the ancient lock filled her heart with dread as she squirmed in her bonds alone in the dark. Exhausted…she wept openly.

To be continued…