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.
"Oh, great; now I can brush my teeth." She says. "But where the hell do I spit, on the floor?"
As she speaks, she notices something out of the corner of her eye -- a cylindrical pedestal next to the wall. The girl knows with certainty that the pedestal had not been there moments before. The girl takes a step over to it and sees a bowl built into the top of the white pedestal; the bowl is filled with water.
"OK ... so that's where I spit." She says. "Now I get it. Anything I need is magically supplied as soon as I need it. Guess I'll have a toilet when I need to pee."
Still thoroughly confused and mystified, she brushes her teeth and spits into the bowl. She notices another small depression, right next to the bowl, and presses the 'button.' The girl watches as the water drains from the bowl, notwithstanding, the fact that there is no visible opening for the water to drain through. When she blinks, the bowl is filled with water again.
Though startled at the water's reappearance; the girl cups her hands and scoops up some of the fresh water and rinses her mouth out, then spits it out again. The girl presses the button once more and the water drains from the basin.
"Great, all the comforts of home." She says sarcastically.
As she speaks she looks around the room and is startled to see the large white box is no longer sitting in the middle of her sleeping platform. She is no longer terrified by such discoveries; she's starting to get used to things appearing and disappearing without notice, or explanation.
When the girl looks back at the wash basin where she'd just brushed her teeth, it too is gone; along with the toothbrush and toothpaste.
"Shit!" She exclaims.
Turning, the girl walks back over to her sleeping pallet -- the only remaining object in the room. She stands in front of the platform and bends to touch it again with her fingertips; it is hard as a rock -- just as it was when the box sat on it. She turns around and sits on the platform and immediately feels it is soft and comfortable.
"How the fuck do they do that?" She says, standing up; she stares, baffled, at the platform.
The girl decides she might as well lie down; there's nothing else to do. She turns to lie on the bed; but instead, she freezes. Her heart races and she begins to shiver all over.
There's someone standing in her room -- their back to her.
"Holly shit!" She says breathlessly.
At the sound of her voice, the man turns toward her. He is as naked as she; naked, as in, completely hairless. No beard, no hairy chest or legs and completely bald; as though his head had been shaved.
At the sight of the hairless man, the girl, without thinking, touches the top of her own head and is startled to feel the smooth slick skin of her scalp -- no hair.
How could I have not noticed I'm bald? The girl thinks anxiously.
She looks down and sees that her pubic mound is equally hairless. Looking back up at the stranger, the girl cannot resist staring; he too has no pubic hair, but he does have a very large penis ... and it is clearly growing larger as she watches.
"Who ... I mean how did you ... where the hell are we? Can you help me, please?!"
