Blindfolded. The blackness devoured her sight into nothingness. No light-colored wrapping to give away hints of shadows or any degree of luminescence in the room. Her hearing seemed immediately amplified. Though he moved in silence the soft whisper of his clothing became like rustling leaves in the wind. She tilted her head, almost imperceptibly, in his direction. She heard the soft intake of his breath as he raised a tumbler to his lips, ice delicately butting up against the glass sounding like a lazy breeze gently rattling a wooden wind chime. Liquid pooled into his mouth quenching taste buds and tonsils and pressed past the muscles of his throat.

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