A LOWLIFE

TIFFANY

I opened my eyes and looked around. My vision was blurry, I saw faint images around me and I heard voices too.

I closed my eyes and opened them again as I tried to adjust to the light. Eventually, one of the voices began to sound familiar and it seemed to draw closer.

As I listened, everything began to come back to me. I recalled seeing Dass in front of my door and I remembered him attacking me.

My eyes suddenly shot open and I tried to get up from where I was. At that point, I realized my hands were bound at my back.

I struggled to sit as I saw Dass approaching me.

I tried to free my hands which were bound, but I could not because they had been tied with a thick rope.

"Dass!" I exclaimed. "What are you doing?"

He scoffed, "That's a wrong question, my darling. You should be asking me, 'Why?'

I wriggled my hands once again, as I still struggled to break free, but I could not.

"Untie me, Dass, right now," I instructed him.

He smiled, walked closer to me, and lowered his fa