"Duuurgh..." Elena awoke as she did more often than she was comfortable admitting: with a pounding headache and no recollection of where she was or how she ended up lying face-down on a wooden table.
This was a different hangover than usual, however. Her mind slowly whirred to life as she suddenly remembered the last thing that had occurred - she'd gone out drinking and met a handsome young man at the bar. She never got his number, but she wasn't going to forget those piercing blue eyes or the long, raven hair. The last thing she recalled was letting him buy her a Cape Codder and making a toast. That he'd toasted "Ave Imperator!" like some Roman-wannabe, or rather a character from her favourite show Distant Stars, had struck her as a little odd. Barring that, she hadn't thought more of it.
Great,
she thought as her expression crumpled into a scowl with the realisation.
I got roofied by cyborg Julius Caesar. Fucking amateur hour!
She attempted to stand up, only to realise she couldn't move. The gentle breeze across her exposed backside only now registered to her, as did a sharp stinging sensation in her right butt-cheek, as if something had been written onto her. She just about made out what it was from zeroing on the pain nerves.
Free use?
Elena looked behind her and discovered with no small amount of trepidation that she'd been sealed from the waist down into a brick wall.
"Hey, you," a male voice drew her attention forward before she could protest. "You're finally awake."
"Oh, hardy-har," Elena growled into the darkness. "Alright. You've had your little jape. Now get me out of this stupid wall!"
