Forgotten

Ohhh, no.

Oh, no no no no no no, no no no. No.

Oh, Maker, no.

She slowly banged the back of her head against the mattress in despair. Sure, she was blindfolded, and immobilized, with her arms crossed over her chest and her legs duct taped together, but she knew that at least eight traffic rush hours had passed, given the sounds roaring outside her window. Even assuming she slept through only one or two of them, that means that her rescue plan would already be three days late by now.
At first, she was optimistic. Perhaps he was caught in traffic, or she’d only been imagining the rise and fall of noise outside. Or maybe she had been dreaming part of it. Or maybe she’d been hallucinating. By now, however, her reality sunk in, and she realized that nobody was coming to save her.
She started struggling again, trying to sit up, or to twist, but her Master had been thorough, as he’d always been, instructing her every step of the way, from inserting her catheter and IV bag, applying the bubble wrap, the glue, the latex, the duct tape, it all held her so tightly she could barely move an inch. She remembered falling asleep right away, to him telling her she was a good toy, before her cell phone gave the bleep that meant the call had ended, and she’d been left all alone.

She started whimpering around her ball gag. Being trapped within the layers of plastic and adhesive muffled her to the point of being inaudible, but merely amplified her anguished, wordless, aimless please in her own ears. Hearing herself whine is what finally broke her. Pain welled up in her chest as her mind began racing, thoughts of abandonment mixed with concerns for Master’s wellbeing charged through her brain like a train, the momentum of which could not be stopped by what little will she had left. She wept, and quivered, and thrashed, and screamed at no one. At Master. And then, at herself, for letting herself be put in this situation.
“Try it yourself,” He said. “I’ll come by tomorrow and check on you,” He said. “Don’t WORRY,” He said, “I’ll always BE there for you,” He said. She gave another scream of frustration, and pain shot out from her throat. She didn’t know if she’d injured her voice from screaming, or if it was just tight from crying. All she knew was that she’d become as miserable as she’d ever been in her life.
And then she remembered her catheter. How long would that bag have lasted? Two days? Three? And how long had it been empty, then..? Her anguish abruptly gave way to panic and she struggled again, though she gave up quickly, realizing her strength had already begun to wane. Fresh tears rolled down her face, further soaking her plastic wrapped fur.

I’m going to die.

She felt herself relax at the thought. He wasn’t coming, and she couldn’t live forever in here. Her heart slowed as she closed her eyes, and willed herself to sleep. Perhaps she could process all of this in her dreams. After all, there wasn’t much else she could do but lay down, and pray.

She awoke during a lull in the traffic. Either that, or her hearing was going. Things seemed more distant than usual. She licked at her gag, feeling like her mouth was full of glue. Her eyes were sealed shut and could barely open, and the smell of urine flowed through her nostril tubes.

Huh, urine bag must have broken…

She shifted, or tried to, at least, but found her muscles would no longer obey her will. She inhaled deeply, and found that taking more than the shallowest of breaths caused her lungs to burn and sting, not to mention the pungent aroma of urine which had probably begun soaking into the wood beneath the carpet already. She’d have to get that fixed. The thought made her laugh. 

This really is it, then. What was it that those people told her and her master at meets? Always make sure at least two other people know when you’ll be bound helpless? If only she’d bothered taking that to heart.

She closed her eyes, and began repeating the mantra taught to her by Master.

Relax, and become less.

Stop thinking, and become less.

Become nothing.

You are nothing.

You aren’t a person. You aren’t even a thing. You’re less than a thing.

You are nothing.

Be nothing.

And with that, she drifted off again, her mind blank at first, but her sleep fraught with the life she’d lived, of growing up with her family, of going to school, of going to work, meeting Master…

In her mask, as in her dreams, she smiled.
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“Shit,” he muttered, looking at the calendar app on his phone.

“What’s up, bro?”

“Just, something I just remembered I was supposed to do a couple weeks ago, is all. Don’t worry about it.”