Ana's eyes felt heavy as she tried to open them, only able to squint. Her head was throbbing and her body ached. She shifted on the bed, it was a firm bed, almost as if cardboard was under the blanket. The room she was in was dark, small, and there weren't any windows. Her eyes adjusted the best they could. She was so tired. She reluctantly sat up and slowly tried to stand up, only to feel a burning sensation against her wrist. Her right wrist was tied strongly to the bed post. Panic rose to her throat in a hurry as she tugged and scraped at it the best she could, but it wouldn't budge. She also felt very weak, so that didn't help the matter.

"Where the hell am I," Ana mumbled to herself as vision of last night came back in a blurry rush. She was at a club and met a charming stranger. Everything had gone well, or so she thought, but she couldn't remember many details, everything was still fuzzy. She just remembered everything going black, then she woke up in a dark room, tied to the bed.

The cold, stale air caressed her body like an unwelcome winter wind. She shivered and tried to pull her jacket closer with her free hand. She remembered she wore a jacket last night, but it wasn't there anymore. Nothing was there. She was completely naked. This terrified her even more and she fiercely pulled at the rope.

"Come on, come on," she whimpered as she decided to bite on the rope just as footsteps thudded slowly down stairs. Somebody was coming.

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