Pulsing

My own heartbeat is what I am hearing. It is slow and steady.

The next thing I notice is that I'm breathing.

Long, deep inhales and exhales.

I'm feeling like I weigh a thousand pounds. I can't move and my eyelids seem to be sealed shut.

I just lay there, what feels like forever... trying to get my senses back.

Slowly I am able to feel my limbs. I wiggle my toes and fingers. My muscles tingle and I can't seem to move more. I feel paralyzed. My head is being pulled by gravity, and my neck isn't able to compete with this force.

My skin can still feel. I sense something soft. I feel softness beneath me. My head and heavy limbs rest on a bed, or pillows.

I take a deep breath and smell. I smell a bit of a sweet scent, and behind my eyelids I can see some light. I wiggle my toes again, one by one. 

With a soft groan I let my head roll to the side. It is again soft against my cheek. The drowsiness won't go away. I want to panic. Where am I, I can't move, but my brain doesn't seem to totally catch up. It seems like this tranquil world is pressing on me, on my body, and I am lulled back to sleep.

I have no idea how much time passed when I wake up again. When it registers that I don't know where I am, my eyes immediately fly open. My head rests to the side, the way I left it when I went to sleep. I see that I'm indeed laying in a bed. I feel tingles and nervousness seems to kick in. Where am i? What is this place? Light filters through the curtains..
I moan when I try to sit. My sight wobbles up and down, I feel weak and need a moment to get my vision to focus again.

This room is spacious. The bed is very big, I think that three or four people can fit in this. There are pillows and I have a soft blanked draped over me.
My head snaps to the door on the left side of the room. In a hurry I throw the blanked of me and shuffle to the side of the bed. My feet dangle for a moment before they touch the floor.
Again I wobble when I stand op. My stomach takes this moment to rumble in discontent. For how long am I here, when was the last time I ate? Where is my purse!
I need my purse, I need it, I want to call someone. My nerves continue to flutter when I silently walk to the door. If I'm taken by that creep, I didn't come here willingly and I don't think he would let me go willingly.
While I shuffle to the door I notice my legs. They are bare. Where are my jeans?!

I start to freak out.

Frantically I pat my body with my hands. I still have my underwear on, but what I am wearing looks like an old burlap bag. It has holes for my arms and it is tied together with rope. What the hole.
Where are my clothes.
I want to get out of here, NOW!

In a few seconds I'm by the door. Still I am disappointed when I notice it's locked, although it could be expected. I jank at the handle but it won't budge. My fluttering nerves now feel like a hurricane, wreaking havoc on my body. I start to tremble.

I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE!

I sprint to the window. When I pull the curtain away, I see that it's twilight. It's just getting dark. That means I'm at least already for 24 hours in this place. And I'm on the first floor of a mansion.

I need to get out of here.

Frantically searching for a handle for the window, I see the handle and it doesn't have a lock! I swing the window open. Wind slams in my face, my hair is flying everywhere. The curtains swoosh. For a moment I'm again disoriented, but it doesn't last long.

I hear a key being placed in a lock and a click...

I need to get out of here

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