Ri came to with a gasp.
She sat up groggily, rubbing her eyes and leaning her back against the wall. Something about that wall felt wrong, but she was too delirious to focus on that yet.
Right now, her priority was on dealing with the pounding headache she seemed to have acquired sometime in the last twelve hours -no doubt a souvenir from the night before.
She yawned, and winced at the dryness of her throat and the cottony feeling in her mouth, which left no doubt that she was suffering from what had to be the mother of all hangovers. That, and something else.
Ri rubbed at her eyes and let her vision adjust.
This isn't my room, she thought blearily, and somewhere at the back of her mind, past the numbness of her hangover, an alarm started to sound.
She was in a small space, about four feet wide and twice that in length. Ri stood unsteadily, leaning on the wall for support. It was cold, hard cement. Once she was standing, she was surprised to find that the ceiling was only a few inches higher than her own height of five-nothing.
What the hell?
Her heart was beginning to beat a little harder, the alarm in the back of her mind growing louder and more insistent, but she willed herself to calm down, trying to think clearly through the hungover fog.
This has got to be some kind of joke. Mandy and the others locked me in this closet or basement or something once I passed out.
But that couldn't be right, could it? Mandy had gone home with Jake, who they'd met at the club the night before. So then where was she?
The club. That was the last thing she remembered. She had been dancing with Mandy, and then danced with a guy -couldn't remember his name, but he'd been cute, and he bought her a drink. Then she'd danced with Mandy some more to make him jealous. Then she let him buy her another drink, and this time when she danced with him she let him get a little more handsy -nothing too scandalous, but even in her hungover state she could remember his hands cupping her breasts over her dress, and the feel of his cock pressing against his jeans as he grinded on her.
She'd made out with Mandy a little, too, now that she thought about it. Ri had always been a little bicurious, and while she certainly preferred the attentions of men she'd enjoyed kissing girls when the opportunity arose. She remembered dancing with Mandy, both staggering a little from drink, hands on each other's asses while a circle of even drunker dudes around them cheered. The memory of Mandy's hot, wet tongue in her mouth came to her so suddenly that she became a little aroused.
Ri shook her head, clearing her thoughts. Then Mandy had left with Jake, the guy she'd been flirting with all night, and Ri had let another guy buy her a drink. It all went fuzzy after that.
Oh my God, I was drugged. Panic rose in her belly, and she struggled vainly to keep it down. Searching for some sign of reassurance, she surveyed the room she found herself in.
The walls, floor, and ceiling were all of bare concrete. A white fluorescent light took up part of the ceiling, bathing the room in a harsh, bright light. One wall held what appeared to be a computer monitor, currently blank, and next to it a small camera lens.
I'm being watched.
Ri shuddered. This was becoming creepier by the second. Where was she, and who the hell had put her here?
The haze of her memory held no answers. She leaned against the wall, beginning to feel dizzy and light-headed. God, she was so thirsty.
A panel opened in the wall opposite her. A water bottle rolled out. Ri kneeled down and picked it up. The seal was broken, and it was only a quarter full, but it didn't smell funny. Did roofies smell like anything? She couldn't remember.
You already got kidnapped, dummy. No point in roofying you again.
Right?
Somehow accepting the situation like this, however tenuously, put her at ease. She gulped down what little water was in the bottle, but instead of slaking her thirst she only felt more parched.
