Indica

Indica felt it move.

No, that is not true she thought, not physically anyway. Perhaps it was a minor change in temperature, or an unexpected pressure from a passing breeze. Maybe it had been a change in gravity or perhaps left had just become right and up was now down.

"I didn't feel anything, I sensed that something had moved," she assured herself silently.

Cautiously, Indica glanced towards all corners of the living room. Nothing seemed out of place to her. The television was on, as usual, however someone had turned the sound all the way down. Indica tried to remember if this had been something she had done. Why might I have the television on with no sound, she wondered.

She lowered her head and became aware that she was breathing deeply, her bare breast rising and falling with each breath. Why am I naked, she wondered?

Indica spent a lot of time without wearing clothing. She liked the feeling of freedom it gave her. As if her nakedness removed restrictions on her movements. This was ironic since Indica's primary fetish was being restrained and tied with ropes and leather straps.

Just then, she felt it again. No, sensed it, she realized quickly. However, this time, she also determined the direction where the disturbance had originated. It was in the corner, she knew that now. The hairs on the back of her neck rose slightly as the area was dark and gave no clue as to what lurked there.

Focusing now, she began to discern a shape in the dim light. It moved! She was sure this time; sure that something alive was hiding itself on the floor in the corner.

"Are you there?" she whispered.

She heard the sound of hissing. The sound was a voice and it said, "Yes".

"Who are you?" asked Indica. "There isn't supposed to be any one here."

"I am Zah," the voiced said.

"Why are you here?" asked Indica.

"I am here for you my Darling," Zah replied.