A CHOICE TO BE MADE
All you could hear was creaking, your body bound tightly to a chair you couldn’t remember how you got there, or what happened. The silence was broken by foot steps, drawing ever closer then they stopped. You wished you could see, It might have made things easier, or worse, depending on what was out there. On second thought maybe ignorance was bliss. Soon a flowery scent filled your senses. There was something so comforting about it that you couldn’t quiet place. Then a soft pair of hands set themselves on your shoulders.
“Hello little one.“ The voice was soft, almost motherly. You had heard it somewhere before, That was at least a small comfort. “It seems you have upset one of the children, such a shame really.” The voice continued, the blindfold was yanked from your face and you were assaulted by the sudden l