"What the fuck is going on here!?!?!" I demand as I return, suddenly and painfully to conciousness. There's an intense pain in my pelvis, almost like I'm a wishbone being split by a fat man at a family steakhouse.

Before I have a chance to assess my situation, I hear a woman, it's Sara, screaming. At least I can surmise that I have not been kidnapped by her. But by whom? David? He certainly seemed weird enough. Nikki? Yeah, Nikki. She was too nice from the beginning. And the tea? Yeah, she gave us all that damn tea. Drugged.

My head aches from the drugged tea, but if I'm going to get out of this alive, I have to put this out of my mind and concentrate, assess the situation. Fuck. Can't concentrate with Sara screaming. "Sara, shut the fuck up," I half-whisper, half-growl, "I'm trying to concentrate."

The room is dark, but my eyes are starting to accommodate. I take in Sara's situation. She is chained, to the ceiling by her arms which are also linked to a collar. She's naked. Her ankles are also shackeld to some sort of spreader bar, her bare toes barely touching the cement floor.

I can tell by the cold metal and cool air on my bare flesh that I am in a very similar predicament. I'm scared shitless. I wiggle against the bonds, trying desparately to fee a hand or even a foot, but the cruel metal holds fast.

"Sara, what are we going to do?"