Sabrina didn't know where she was. First came the sensation of touch -- damp, cold air on naked skin.
'Where am I?' she wondered, her eyes fluttering open to reveal something that couldn't be real. A six foot tall mirror leaned against the opposite wall, and what she saw in its reflection made her heart thump in rapid confusion.
'Oh my god. I'm naked!' She saw her cute, melon-shaped breasts, the nipples beaded because of the damp chill. She sat on a concrete block for a chair, its back crafted from recycled metal wires. Her naked arms were bound with rope to crude armrests, and the brunette's lean hips and long legs ended with her ankles also bound by rope to iron ringlets entrenched in the concrete floor.
Sabrina stared at her twin image in the mirror -- a gorgeous face with eyes so blue they reminded one of crystal-pure water. The button-like nose and delicate sweep of her jaw gave her face an innocent yet alluring appeal. Her curly, dark brown hair fell in long tresses down her naked back. The frigid unyielding concrete felt uncomfortable on her bare bottom.
And she was not alone. A blonde girl, head drooped forward onto her chest in an unconscious state, had been bound in the same fashion to a chair right beside her. The girl's heartbeat accelerated and she felt sweat breaking out on her forehead despite the chill.
'Where am I? OK, Think Sabrina. THINK.' Frantic thoughts tried to piece together the events of the previous night. She had gone to a freshmen orientation at Drexel Jones University. It had been fun, easygoing. She had even made a few budding friendships and met her soon-to-be roomie. Sabrina thought back harder, and the memories became fuzzier. There was a memory of going to a party with some of the upperclassmen at a frat house downtown. Then she remembered drinking some unusual cocktail that this devilishly handsome guy named Sterling had handed her, telling her it would make her "the life of the party." Shortly after that it had become so hard to keep her eyes open. Sabrina vaguely remembered being led by gentle hands down a flight of stairs to a couch where she could rest.
Then everything had gone black, and she'd awoken here.
The insanity of the situation hadn't yet sunk in. The 18-year-old girl was already thinking about how worried her parents would be if she didn't drive back home to Iowa today. Her parents were steady, unruffled types about everything except when it came to their only daughter's welfare. They would be worried sick. Sabrina loved them so much. Oh god, what had happened to her? Who had kidnapped her? She imagined her parents never knowing what had happened to her, and it made her stomach lurch.
Biting back the fear, she turned to the slowly stirring girl beside her.
The blonde was taller than Sabrina, with larger breasts and a body that looked as athletic as Sabrina's slender body seemed delicate. The beautiful, naked blond groaned and opened her eyes.
"What the...?" She turned and saw Sabrina bound naked in the chair beside her. The blonde's eyes widened in shock.
"Look, I think someone drugged and kidnapped us," Sabrina whispered. She wasn't sure why she was whispering, but she was.
"I...I don't remember anything," the blonde girl moaned. Sabrina vaguely recognized her. She was one of the other freshman girls who had attended orientation. She even remembered seeing her at the frat shindig.
"My name's Sabrina. We were at the Phi Kappa frat party together. Do you remember?"
The 18-year-old blonde gave a jerky nod. "Y-yes. I think I remember. Yeah."
"What's your name?" Sabrina prodded.
"Rachel." The blonde took in her surroundings, and Sabrina finally had the chance to do the same. Both girls gasped as they saw some of the room's accoutrements. The room itself was simply cinderblock and concrete, with a simple wooden door which had a barred window. Glancing around, though, the girls saw two wooden contraptions that looked a little like ponies. Each one had four wooden legs and a sharp-edged wooden rail which connected between each pair of legs. There were two plain mattresses on the eastern wall of the room and a toilet in one far corner. In the opposite corner was a stand-up shower with a tiny dip in the floor bounding it on each side that led to a drainage grate.
What had the girls so frightened, though, were the paintings on the walls. They depicted men and women performing acts of depravity. Sex in all shapes and guises. The artist had a talented eye, and the brush strokes gave the figures a frightening, lifelike clarity. There were also chains hanging from pipes and hooks embedded in the ceiling, and many of these ended in leather cuffs or black leather collars.
"We're in some sort of dungeon," Rachel said.
"Yeah," Sabrina replied. Her skin crawled as she saw the two giant iron chests with padlocks laying in the corner. What might be inside them, and could they somehow use whatever tools they held to escape? The thought rushed through Sabrina's head, but soon it became clear that there was no tool immediately available on hand to help them. She sighed and glanced at her fellow captive.
"There's nothing we can do for now. We may as well talk, though." As crazy as it seemed, a little idle conversation was exactly what Sabrina needed. Anything to distract her from this horrific situation.
Rachel nodded, blushing as she seemed to notice Sabrina's nakedness for the first time.
"Hey, don't think about it. It's not our fault that some monster took us and stripped us," Sabrina said sensibly. But inwardly that's exactly what was eating away at her. 'This is my fault!' she thought. 'If only I hadn't had that one drink. Why did I even go to that stupid frat party?' The cute brunette had promised Dad that she wouldn't drink or even go to any party that had drinking. She'd reneged on that promise. She wouldn't be in this situation if she'd been able to control her own desires, that need to fit in and make friends overriding all else.
Rachel and Sabrina talked back and forth for the better part of an hour. Sabrina was pleasantly surprised to find that Rachel had also grown up in Iowa, near a small town named Decorah. They swapped information about their families. Sabrina told Rachel about her dad's business as a financial advisor, and Rachel told the young brunette how her mom taught Kindergarten. It was all normal stuff, and though it seemed like pointless information on the one hand, it distracted the two captives from the reality of their grotesque predicament.
As they talked, though, neither girl was aware of the hidden cameras behind the walls or the audio feed that recorded their every word.
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