Her eyes open. The girl is instantly awake.
Immediately, her eyes snap shut to block an intense white light. Squinting, she opens her eyes again; tentatively, allowing time for pupils to adjust to the extreme glare.
What she sees is baffling and unsettling; ominous in its starkness, terrifying in its simplicity.
The girl is in a small white room. Every surface is the whitest white she's ever seen -- so white that the corners where the ceiling, and walls, and the floor meet, are indistinct. She stares at the ceiling; she is lying on her back on a simple platform. The platform is next to one wall and connected to it; seamlessly. She allows her eyes to move from ceiling, to wall, to floor. Everything she sees is the same -- smooth, bright, perfect white surfaces without a single distinguishing feature.
She lifts herself up from her prone position, supporting herself on an elbow. The girl turns her head to take in the entire room; she is stunned that there is absolutely nothing in the room but the platform upon which she lays. Worse still, there is no door or window; nor even a crack where a hidden opening might be. No opening for her to leave; or, for her to have entered the room, for that matter.
Her mind reels.
"How did I get here?" The girl whispers to the empty room. She has no recollection of leaving her home in Virginia, just outside DC.
The girl has an athletic figure; tight abs, though her breasts are large for her slim frame with firm pert nipples surrounded by large dark areolae. She is in her early twenties.
She sits up and reaches out, touching the wall next to her platform. It feels slightly warm and it's as hard as granite. Yet the platform she sits on is soft - though it appears to be the same material as the walls, and ceiling, and floor.
The girl swings her feet over the edge and notices for the first time that she is entirely naked; no clothes, no jewelry - her rings, necklace, and earrings have all been removed.
"What's going on?" She says aloud to no one but herself. Strangely, the empty room produces no echo.
The girl stands. She takes a few tentative steps, unconsciously covering her privates as best she can; perhaps someone is watching her. From the center of the room she turns round and round looking for some clue; some hint as to where she is, how she got there ... who ...? Her mind is having great difficulty assimilating all that is happening to her.
Suddenly, the girl feels overwhelmed and tears spill from her eyes; she realizes just how scared she is.
The girl closely inspects, through bleary eyes, every surface of the cubicle; there are no features or flaws anywhere. The intense white light is prefect; though, with no obvious source.
Where does the light, the heat, the air come from? As the girl considers these issues silently, she has a moment of intense panic.
The air! The room is sealed! She's going to suffocate!
Her heart races; a chill spreads through her entire body. She's got to find a way out or she will die! She examines every wall and the floor again for cracks; anything that would let air in -- still, she finds nothing.
She gives up. The girl turns to face the platform she awoke on and she freezes in horror. Sitting in the center of the platform is a white box. Her heart beats so fast and hard in terror that she is sure it will explode.
"How ...?" She begins to say, then realizes she has no idea what to say next. She has no idea of anything.
Frozen in the middle of the room, her naked body begins to shake; so much so that her bare breasts quiver. Little mewling sounds involuntarily escape her throat.
She tries to speak. "Where ... how did that ...?"
She's forgotten about running out of air; she has a more pressing fear to deal with - the box. Approaching the platform, she bends to place her hands gingerly on the box. Size-wise, it's about the size of a small microwave oven.
The girl lifts the box carefully; she guesses it weighs several pounds. There is a slight irregularity on the top of the box - a dimple in the center -- it's the only imperfection she can find on the box. Setting the box carefully on the platform, she lightly runs her fingers over the top the box to the subtle indentation in the center. When the tip of her index finger slides into the depression, the box jerks almost imperceptibly and she hears a little hiss of air similar to opening a jar of home canned tomatoes.
The girl notices a thin crack has appeared about an inch below the top edge of the box. She is sure the crack was not there a moment ago when she'd held the box up to inspect it. The girl places her hands on the top of the box and lifts; a lid comes off revealing the contents inside.
There are several objects. All of them white; all of them perfect geometric shapes. She reaches into the box to extract a white cylinder; there is a slight feel of resistance as it comes free in her hand. She lifts and examines the object which is about the size of a one liter soda bottle. At one end of the cylinder she sees a slight depression like the one on the large white box. She places her finger on the depression and thin crack appears just below the top edge of the cylinder. She tugs at the top of the cylinder and it comes off in her hand. Inside, the opaque cylinder is filled with a clear odorless liquid.
"Water?" She says aloud. She dips a finger in the liquid and places it tentatively in her mouth tasting the liquid. "Water!"
Suddenly the girl realizes just how extraordinarily thirsty she is; she drinks the entire liter of water. Placing the lid back on the container she is about to replace it in the box when she notices that it is once again completely seamless; though there is still a fingertip sized depression on the top surface. Amazed, she touches the depression once again and in the blink of an eye there is a barely discernible seam. She removes the lid once again and screams.
Jumping back in horror she flings the cylinder away from her as if it were red hot. It is filled with water again! Which can't be, she thinks; she just drank it all.
The girl stands in the center of the white room terrified, mystified, and with her head spinning with the impossibility of what she just witnessed. As she watches, the water, splattered all over the floor, disappears; just as it would on a very hot frying pan. She steps over to where the water had been; the floor is not hot.
Picking up the empty water container, she replaces the lid and opens it once more. The cylinder is again full of water.
Where in hell is she? What is going on? She wonders; tears streaming down her face.
In spite of her fear, the girl decides she needs to inspect the other objects in the white box.
She removes the cube shaped object; it's also white, and about six inches on each side. She finds the anticipated small depression on one surface. When she places her fingertip in the depression, the seamless box, as expected, develops a crack around the top. Lifting the lid, she discovers the box to be filled with a gray substance, not unlike cooked oatmeal; though oatmeal overcooked until the consistency is that of a thick dry paste.
Wafting from the box is an aroma; the smell of delicious food. She lifts the box to her nose and gets hints of roast beef and gravy and potatoes and vegetables and fruit -- an entire meal seems to be present in the cube shaped box.
She touches the paste with a finger tip. It is soft and yielding; her finger sinks an inch into the thick gooey substance. The girl withdraws her finger; scooping up a small amount of the gray stuff and she places her finger in her mouth and touches the sticky goop to her tongue.
Her mouth is immediately flooded with all the savory flavors that her nostrils just predicated would be in the mixture. She salivates profusely; she is ravenous. Scooping out a large quantity of the gelatinous stuff the girl wolfs it down.
Finished eating, the girl replaces the lid on the box and sets the cube shaped box back inside the larger white box; though she first checks the cube for magical replenishment properties and is not disappointed. Next, she picks up an oblong object which is the only other item in the big white box.
Pressing the 'button' as she comes to think of the small depression which she expects to find, and does, the girl lifts the lid to discover a very ordinary looking tooth brush; along with a white unmarked little jar which proves to contain minty tasting toothpaste.
