Carla was so tired.
Why was she so tired?
She tried to open her eyes but couldn’t. Tried moving her head, but that didn’t work either. She tried to remember where she was or how she’d gotten there, but everything was so hazy.
A door opened behind her. She heard footsteps. Someone approached and pressed against her back. She felt something smooth like latex.
What the hell was going on?
She pushed her eyes halfway open, a blinding light. Her eyes shut. She tried so hard to open them again, but opening them hurt. She tried to shake her head, but her head wouldn’t move.
Sensation returned to her arms and legs. She felt something holding her tightly at the wrists and ankles. She started to struggle, but everything was so tight, she couldn’t do anything but strain against whatever bound her.
A hand touched her eyelids. Pulled them up.
She saw a mirror. And then she saw what was behind her.
She looked right at the reflection and said, “Fuck you.”