Pierre slowly blinked his eyes open. His head felt fuzzy, like he was still sleeping, dreaming even. There wasn't much light, in whatever space he was in and...and...what was this? He tried moving his wrists and found them restrained. With his legs he found the same. "What the hell?" He thought to himself, "where the hell am I?" He struggled to recall the last thing he could. Dinner, he'd gone out to dinner. He remembered getting dressed for dinner, a dinner with...with...Catharine. A vision of Catharine and her deep green eyes flashed before him, was it from last night? She wore an even deeper green dress that sparkled when the light hit it. Yes, they'd had dinner last night. Seafood. Not his favorite, but she was stunning and he'd do whatever it was she asked. Since he'd met her, he hadn't been able to get her out of his head, she was like an illness that he couldn't shake. And finally she'd agreed to go to dinner.
"Comfortable?" purred a voice from the darkness. "I see you're awake now. I've been waiting."
"What...Catharine, is that you?" Pierre asked, confusedly. "Where am I and why...why can't I move?"
"Shhh..." was her only response. Pierre struggled to recall last night. At dinner he'd had only three glasses of wine, although he could remember feeling more buzzed than normal after the first two glasses.
"Catharine, did you...did you drug me?" He asked. No response from the darkness. He pulled at his restraints a bit, there was no way out. He was fairly comfortable, all things considered, he seemed to be upright, on a wall perhaps? And covered with something soft, although how it stayed up was a mystery, like pretty much everything else since he'd opened his eyes.
