Slowly, Stacey began to wake. It must have been some night out, last thing she remembered was walking out her front door ready to hit the clubs. Rubbing her eyes sleepily she gathered herself up in the sheets of the bed and looked around. The walls and floor were metal, the only furniture was the bed she was currently laying on, stark white with an almost medical feel. Most concerning of all though, she couldn't see a door.
"Uh...hello?" She called, "Is this like, some new modern living thing? 'Cause it really ain't my style."
She must have gone home with some artsy type last night, not usually her type but on well.
Groggily she swung her legs over the side of the bed and realised she was still fully clothed in the strapless mini dress and heels she'd put on the evening before. That was odd; if she'd slept with somebody this wasn't the outfit to do it, the straps laced halfway up her legs and the dress was made of an uncompromising leather. To her horror she realised the already tight dress was now painfully digging into her skin slightly. She had to get to the gym, the last thing she needed was to get fat! Surely the dress hadn't been that tight when she put it on though...
Putting it out of her mind she started to run her fingers along the wall, looking for the seam that would surely indicate a doorway.
"So, this place is totally fun and all but FYI it's rude to let a girl wake up on her own!"
It took less than a minute to make the full journey around the mostly empty room and the walls were totally smooth, not a crack or seam to be found. Stacey was getting annoyed now, not only had whoever brought her here left her alone now they were ignoring her. If there was one thing Stacey could not stand, it was being ignored.
All a girl really needed to succeed in life was a pretty face and a pair of DDs in a low-cut shirt. Both of which Stacey had. When she'd flunked out of college her teachers had said she would need to be more than just a pretty face to survive in the real world, how wrong they were. All she had to do was take a picture and post it online and the adoration came pouring in. She didn't care of people called her a blonde bimbo, no she embraced it. She spent all day, every day wearing pretty clothes and having men fawn over her perfect body, online and in person. Thanks to the wonders of social media, she was never wanting for company or compliments.
Except now.
She pouted, stomping a heeled foot down.
"If you want to sleep with me, you're totally ruining your chances!"
Still nothing.
Crossing her arms, she sat back down on the bed in a huff and spent the next few minutes fuming at the audacity before it occurred to her. What if she had become the victim of some perverted kidnapper? Was there some sort of two-way mirror hidden in the walls or a secret camera spying on her?
"Is this some sort of joke you sicko?" She yelled, "Trapping me in here, I bet you've got some creepy camera hidden to watch me, huh?"
She had become so accustomed to the silence she jumped when a static seemed to filter in from the walls themselves, followed by a voice.
"You are Stacey. You are a human female. Age 22.7."
"Uh, yeah?" She rolled her eyes, was this her kidnapper's idea of being creepy? He read her online profile. Big deal.
