A shimmering spider’s web. Bright lights that hurt his eyes. A blacked out window.
He had resisted her obvious flirtatious advance. He hadn’t recognised her at first wearing an elegant dress with her hair and make-up changed – the dowdy middle-aged woman from the gallery office.
He had accepted the drink she offered. She flirted, he smiled and moved away after a polite five minutes.
He woke bound and gagged. He didn’t recognise the room. He didn’t remember how he got there. The drink must have been drugged.
Behind him a door opened. Heels clicked crossing the wooden floor towards him.
Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
This story hopefully stands on it’s own merit, but is also a continuation of my entry from last week’s prompt, for those concerned about what became of her object of desire: IN THE VEILED LIGHT.
To read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.