More Interrogation
You have your eyes closed. Even if you had them open, you would see nothing. True, it is the middle of the night, and the stars are shining brightly and the moon is still hovering above the horizon, but not for long. You are not in the dungeons either. You had been released after that heated interrogation by King Thranduil himself. The true reason, why all you can see is darkness, is the blindfold wrapped tightly around your eyes. Your sight is not the only thing restrained. Your hands are bound above your head with satin strips tied to the headboard. The cushions supporting the upper part of your body serve to let you feel comfortable, the silk sheets underneath you cooling down your heated body. Yet your breath is ragged, your lungs already burning with exertion.