I come to slowly, feeling sluggish from the after-effects of whatever chemical had been used to knock me out.
For a brief second I remember how wealthy my grandparents are but that's ridiculous, no one even knows about my existence.
My eyes are still blindfolded, at least I hope that's the reason I can't open them.
My wrists are tied slightly above me and I'm half lying, half sitting on something soft and cushiony, it feels much like a bed, my bare feet brushing luxurious silk…
Well, least whoever it is has good taste.
There's nothing missing or hurting in or on my body so I try to reach out with my other senses to get a feel for the room, it's either dim or the blindfold is really thick, either way when I do open my eyes I still don't see a thing so I just keep them closed.
There's a quiet sound of shuffling feet and I stiffen, freezing up, to get the upper hand - sorta - I should try to pretend that I was still unconscious so I do.
