A harrowing discovery
The door swung open with an eerie creak that seemed too loud in the oppressive silence of the house. I stepped into the living room, the familiar space now transformed into a scene from a nightmare. Vivian was there, slumped over in a chair, her figure outlined by the dim moonlight piercing through the curtains. My heart stuttered at the sight.
She was bound, her wrists and ankles wrapped tightly with cord, her head hanging low. I could see her chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths. In the quiet, I could almost hear the crackle of her restrained sobs.