Sheila shivered in the cold air. Standing there, hands bound over her head, legs spread wide- tied to a spreader bar. She couldn't believe what was happening to her. The situation she found herself in as she stood there under the bright lights is what nightmares are made of. In an attempt to see something, Sheila squinted into the bright lights. There was an eerie silence surrounding her, but she knew she was not alone.

As she stood there, helplessly waiting for something she was not at all sure of her mind drifted back to how it all started. Sheila had been to a party with a boyfriend who had ended up leaving her sitting in a room full of people she didn't know while he was off chatting cozily in a corner with some blond. It wasn't long before Sheila felt so angry she simply got up and left deciding it was better to walk home than to sit there and feel deserted and forgotten... she was pissed.

She felt like crying as she listened to the angry sound her heals...

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