Waiting, A Dangerous Game

She woke up from her sleep, opening her eyes. The coldness was making her shiver wildly. Something was wrong. She could feel it but could not put her mind to it. She could not move her limbs even though her mind commanded them to. She realised that her eyes were tied with cloth so tight that the back of her head was hurting. Her wrists and ankles were hurting with abrasion and skin tear from the robe tied to restrict her movements. Now she knew why she could not move her limbs. Slowly, her senses came back to her. She knew where she was. She was tied up to a chair and completely helpless. Not even her clothes were spared to protect her modesty. It was not the coldness that was making her shiver. It was fear. Fear of not leaving this place alive. Fear of not being able to save another life. Another life she knew was going to be lost in a few hours or minutes even. Fear of not fulfilling her promise. Fear of being totally helpless. She could hear the girl sobbing. Only God knew what was going through the girl's mind. She wanted to tell the girl everything was going to be fine but her mouth would not open. She knew talking to the girl was not going to change the situation. She had to talk, that was the only way she could get both of them out of this place. She had to talk. Communicate with the person responsible for this. And she knew for sure that he was sitting somewhere in the room keeping a close watch on them. Feasting his eyes on them and thinking of all the unimaginable things he was going to do. She could hear his breaths becoming deep and heavy like a hungry lion awaiting its prey. She had to talk. Communication was the only weapon she had against him. She had to talk but now was not the time. She needs to wait for the right time. Waiting, a dangerous game she had to play…