They Came for Me Again

They came for me again. After the first time, I told myself I would be ready; I was wrong.

I was in the shower, rinsing the shampoo from my hair when the lights went dark. My first thought was the bulb had died. Quickly I finished rinsing off and reached out, fumbling in the dark for a towel.

A hand grabbed my wrist; the fingers were like iron. I tried to pull away, but it was too late. The sharp prick of a needle jabbing me in the arm was the last thing I felt before darkness took me.

A sequel to "They Came for Me Last Night" this story is told from the point of view of Natalie, a woman desperate to have her most extreme fantasies fulfilled. But, can she handle the next level of what her captors have to offer?

This is a first-person POV microfiction and includes elements of BDSM/Bondage.