Elisha
She awoke on her stomach, head resting at the foot of a dirty, king-sized bed. Rubbing her temples, she lifted her eyes to face heavy curtains blanketing a large window. A delicate ribbon of morning light edged over the bedspread, now a hopeless tangle of linnons thrown into complete disarray--the kind of mess that only comes with a night of passion, or a small natural disaster.
Her voice cracked dryly as she called out to the darkness. "Lauren?"
She listened as her body reluctantly groaned to life. Her joints cracked and popped as she stretched her arms, the air she drew into her lungs rattled with phlegm and the rhythmic pulse of warm blood pumping through her veins became a grating sledgehammer as it reached her head.
"Uunngh." She rolled over, forcing herself upright. Her bare nipples bristled against the cool air as a strip of duvet fell from her skin. Her guts rumbled as she shifted her body.
"Fuck, what time is it?" She reached for her watch but found only a reddened patch of skin. Frowning, she felt around the tangled sheets in search of her phone--nothing.
"Lauren, this isn't funny!" She swept her legs through the blankets and pushed herself out of bed, jolting awake as her bare feet sank into thick, unfamiliar carpet.
"Wait, where am I?" She blinked and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, standing up straight and taking in the unfamiliar room, the strange bed, everything around her that felt wrong.
"Wait... Lauren wouldn't be here, would she? She and Jennifer went back to their parents' place, and I..." She froze, arms falling limply to her sides. "I drove home!"
A wave of dizziness hit her hard. Her vision swam with dark spots. "Oh fuck, stood up too fast!" She cried as she dropped back onto the bed, landing with a thud. For a long moment, she lay there, drawing shallow breaths, fighting to stay conscious, feeling the pounding in her skull. Slowly, she pried her eyes open, spotting the faint outline of a brushed nickel lamp. She reached for it, fumbling blindly until her fingers found the switch, flooding the room with harsh, yellow light.
"Fuck me, man!" She pushed herself upright again, one arm braced against the headboard for support as she staggered to her feet. Swaying unsteadily, she stumbled across the carpet.
"But I drove home! I remember... how did I end up back here?" As she surveyed the unfamiliar artwork on the walls, it hit her: this
wasn't
the room from the night before! Not even the same hotel.
What's the last thing I remember?
The sky--streaks of purple and pink cutting across the horizon. Lauren's face, the sparkling blue of her eyes as she fastened the final cuff, finally transforming into what she had dreamed of for days: a living toilet.
"A toilet for me and all my friends," she murmured.
Correction--for Mistress Elisha and all her friends. She sighed as her mind flooded with warm, pleasant memories. Embracing the role of Mistress Elisha had become more than just a kinky way to pay the bills; it was now a vital part of her life. This secret identity had opened the door to things she had once thought impossible, and, most importantly, it had brought her to Lauren.
"Lauren, I love you!" she murmured, her voice warm with enthusiasm. Over the past few weeks, she had found herself repeating those words, at times involuntarily. Each utterance brought a flush to her cheeks and a flutter to her stomach. This time was no different. The throbbing in her head eased ever so slightly, even as her stomach continued to rumble.
Alright, she thought. I was driving home, admiring the sky, thinking about Lauren... I pulled into the garage--it was dark... the light!
The light was out. But she always made a point to leave it on. Every time.
"On when I left... dark when I returned," she whispered, trying to grasp the memory before it fled her mind for good. Someone else had to have turned it off!
One word echoed in her mind... Allison!
Somebody called me Allison. She let out a long breath, her bare skin erupting into gooseflesh as she began pacing the room.
Nobody calls me Allison. Well, at school, they did... In
Beautiful Chaos
, they called me Allison, but outside of Katie, I hardly see them anymore...Everyone calls me Elisha!
But my name
is
Allison... She tilted her head and pursed her lips.
My name is Allison... Allison Gray.
A chill coursed through her. What was it about her real name that ignited such an profound sense of unease?
The core of her stomach dropped as a muddy memory from the night before returned to her mind. She recalled the light of the full moon filtering through the frosted windows of her garage, a dim outline of her car, lawn tractor and tools--then--nothing.
It was as if she had been standing on a cliff until the solid rock beneath her vanished, leaving her to plummet into endless darkness that ushered in a prolonged sense of nothingness that lasted until she awoke moments ago.
No pain, but she had passed out... and quickly too!
And what happened once I got here? What about the sheets? She glanced again at the devastated bedspread... What happened to me? Her hand slid down her body to her exposed womanhood. She didn't
feel
violated.
"What's going on?" she called out, her head now clear as she scanned the room.
"This isn't funny! Come out. I'm not fucking around!" She tried to sound confident, but a noticeable tremor undercut her words.
"Lauren?" She continued scanning the room in a panic, but found no handbag, no luggage--no clothes. She padded over to the bathroom to find the door closed. She tried the handle, but it didn't budge.
"Damnit!" She muttered as her stomach rumbled audibly.
She shouted through the bathroom door, "Seriously, whoever the hell you are, you're going to regret this. This is kidnapping! And like nine other felonies! You're gonna go to jail and get pounded in the ass every day for the rest of your life, you sick fuck!"
Despite her bravado, her voice trembled and cracked, breaking into a shaky half-sob by the end. She was completely naked in a strange room, utterly ignorant of how she had gotten there. Clenching her fists into tight balls, she pounded in vain against the bathroom door before collapsing to her knees in the tiny vestibule. She waited. The sound of her ragged breaths suddenly felt deafening against the oppressive silence. As her breathing slowed, she pushed a sweaty clump of raven-black hair from her eyes, trying to gather her thoughts.
No clothes, she thought. Okay, that doesn't make any sense. How did I end up in a hotel room without any clothes? They wouldn't let anyone check in without them, so they must be here somewhere. And if someone brought me here, where did they go? And... How the hell do I get out of here?
She turned her gaze to the entry door and sighed. This was ridiculous; she could always just walk out, right? People get drunk and stumble through hotels naked all the time. Well, maybe not all the time, but it does happen. It wouldn't be the most dignified move, but it would be the smartest choice.
But what if whoever brought her here was still in the room... waiting? She stilled her breath and leaned into the bathroom door, pressing her ear against the hollow wood. Nothing.
