Caught

Golden strands f l u t t e r around, dancing, twirling, flying, glinting in the sunlight. She was bound, trapped, unable to act caught in a splintered second of t i m e. Her head was drawn back, tight, unable to move caught by stray hairs in the grasp of s e d u c t i o n. Grey-blue eyes, shuttered tight, unable to open caught under the overwhelming weight of f e a r. Her thoughts, scrambled, desperate, unable to resolve caught in the nonsensical dance of c o n f u s i o n. Her chin, pained, bruised, unable to escape caught in the unyielding grip of her c a p t o r. Her dress, pure-white, childlike, unable to cope caught and ripped down the front, r u i n e d. She gasped, once, twice - unable to breathe caught like a moth in a jar, t r a p p e d. Dark curls s p i r a l around, seducing, teasing, flying, hiding in the shadows.