The world had narrowed down to the rough texture of fabric against Sarah's eyelashes. Right now, she could not see anything; everything was a void of pitch black, courtesy of a thick, non-transparent blindfold that pressed against her brow with an oppressive weight.
It wasn't just the darkness that terrified her, it was the sudden, violent efficiency of it all. Before she could even process the shadow moving across her room, they had descended. They moved like practiced predators, quickly binding her wrists and ankles with a coarse cord that bit into her skin.
She felt the jarring sensation of being hoisted from the floor, gravity momentarily abandoning her as two sets of large, calloused hands gripped her securely.
Then came the sound, the rhythmic, heavy thud of boots against the floorboards. Each step felt like a hammer blow against her heart. They were on the move, and they weren't even trying to be quiet.
