The Smell Of Freedom. (A Certain Kind Of Sickness.)

The smell that eminated from the slime that was dribbling from under the tape over my mouth was so sweet that I couldn't place it. Honey? Sugarpuffs? The sweetnes of evil ?

My hands and legs were bound to a chair. There was a sack over my head. My memory was at a loss. How the fuck did I get here? I could feel a swelling on the back of my head but had no headache. The last thing I remembered was doing my job.....

And now I'm sitting her in the dark, cold and hungry and confused. At that moment there was no sound. Only cold! And then I realized why I was so cold. I had no clothes on.
Then there was a sound.A desperate kind of grunt. I grunted back for some kind of recognition.