Being tied to a chair was about as unpleasant as he imagined.
One minute he’d been out enjoying the sunshine, feeling the wind ruffle through the grass around him.
Next, he’d been snatched away, driven for miles and then forced into a cold, cold room…and a room filled with strangers nonetheless! And he hadn’t liked the look of them either – not one bit! They were an odd assortment. Tall, short, thin, chunky, groomed, scruffy…and all different colours too.
He had been wondering what on earth was going on when suddenly, the door to the room had opened and a friendly looking, round-faced woman entered.
Surely she’s not my captor? he’d thought to himself. She seems too nice, too ‘homey’.
He had no sooner completed the thought than she’d grabbed him. Hard.
Her chubby fingers had dug into his skin and without a word, she’d thrown him against a couple of the strangers.
She’d grabbed some rope, bound them together and tied them to the chair, plonking them unceremoniously next to others who were bound just like them.
Yep, he thought again, Being tied to a chair was about as unpleasant as he imagined.
Now, just get on with the damn wedding will you?
By Sarah ©2017
Image credit Pixabay
Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, First Line Friday 09.06.17