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Sloane
I clutch the sides of my head, squinting in the dim light. I look down at the lacy bra and panties I’m wearing.
When did I change? And where did this stuff even come from? I don’t own anything this red or see-through…
I squint, slowly turning my head left and right. The room is spinning, and I clutch the sides of the cot I’m sprawled across. Why is everything so hazy? All of the lights have little halos dancing over them. I blink a few times to clear my vision, but it’s useless.
I struggle to sit up, but my legs feel like limp spaghetti noodles. They give me no help at all. My arms aren’t really in any better shape. The room spins like a carousel on high speed and a tiny moan escapes my lips. A wave of nausea washes over me, and I squeeze my eyes shut.
A wad of imaginary cotton fills my mouth, and I am suddenly desperate for water.
And answers.
But I’m so tired.
I just want to lie here for a little while longer. I drag a hand across my chest. What happened to my clothes? I don’t think I left the house like this...
Not that I can remember leaving home in the first place.
My hair hangs in loose strands around my face, and I smooth it back. The ringing between my ears is deafening, and I want to cry out except I don’t know who will respond…who put me here…who dressed me.
I roll my head to the side, peering down at my left arm. There’s a tiny dot of dried blood on the inside of my elbow.
I’ve been drugged.
Who would drug me? And why?
A tiny groan escapes my dry lips.
I can’t think because it hurts too much.
I can’t scream because my mouth is too dry.
But maybe I can move…
I try to swing my legs to one side of the cot but they’re heavy...like cement blocks. As soon as my feet hit the floor and I try to stand, my ankles give out, and I fall back on the makeshift mattress, sinking deeper into the fitted sheet.
I just need to lie down for a minute, and then I’ll figure out how to get away from here. A shiver runs through me, but there’s no blanket on the cot. Or anywhere in the room. I let out a deep sigh and let my eyes drift closed once my head hits the hard pillow. It lands like an anchor. Lifting it zaps any sliver of energy left in my body.
The door creaks open, and my head falls in the direction of the two guys who walk inside. I think they’re guys. I can’t really tell because it’s too dark. I shift around, trying to cover myself up, but my limbs refuse to work. My teeth chatter as they creep toward me.
“She’s fucking nice,” one of them says. “I’d love to tap that ass.”
Okay, definitely guys, and I start to shiver at their intentions.
My eyes fall on a belt on the chair next to me. If I can just grab it…
Then what? What the heck am I going to do with a belt? And since I can’t even move my head, I think that’s probably a half-assed plan that’s only doomed to fail.
The other guy is taller and bigger. His face is turned away, so I can’t really make out what he looks like, but he gives the first guy a shove. “Shut the hell up. Don’t you even think about it, dick.”
Somewhere in the depths of my foggy brain, I recognize something about that voice. But I still can’t see him. He’s turned toward the door. I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out. Only what sounds like a squeak.
I can’t move. I can’t cry out for help.
What the hell is going on? And why am I so relaxed, not knowing the answer to that question?
“Don’t be so uptight, T. You needed cash, so I got you this job.” The shorter guy circles me, licking his lips. I peer up at him, willing my leg to kick him in the teeth. But my leg stays put, flat on the cot. It’s too heavy to move, and since all of the energy has been drained from my body, rolling my head from side to side is about the best I can do right now.
