Trapped

The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was white. Everything was white. Everywhere I looked was white. Slowly a few colours started to appear but seemed to be different shades of white. That is when I realized that this was not my bed and not my room.

I needed to go pee so bad I could almost taste it. I tried to focus my vision, but everything seemed to swim. Not helping my queasy stomach at all. I was sore all over and my head was throbbing terribly. With growing alarm, I also noticed that I was totally nude and no memory at all of last night.

The bed seemed huge because I had to slide on the white satin sheets to the edge of the bed. I got out of bed with great difficulty. I had no idea where the toilet was, but I needed it fast or I was going to pee right there on the floor.

I had no idea if I was alone or not, but the call of nature was stronger than my fear. I realized that I was in some sort of luxury bedroom. There was a door ajar to my right and I noticed that it was a bathroom. I grabbed the sheet from the bed and wrapped it around my body and made my way as fast as possible, even if I felt that I was made of Jell-O and that I had no idea of where I was.

The sight of the toilet was the happiest I could remember being in a long time. Wow, how sad, my life had become, was a thought that fleetingly passed through my muddled mind. I went about my business in seemingly slow motion. I tried to remember how I had gotten here last night, but for the life of me, I could not. I wanted to yell out, ‘Hello is anyone else here?’ But I did not, because that is how they get you in movies. I wasn’t thinking very clearly. All I could remember from last night was that I had scheduled to meet with someone.

I recently decided to put myself out there again. It has been so long that I could not remember the last time I had done this. I did not drink that much? Hmmm …bits and pieces were starting to return to me and I seem to recall drinking 2 glasses. I can usually handle my liquor much better than that. This felt different than any other hangover I have ever had in my life. My mouth felt like Death Valley, and my head felt like it was a blown-up balloon.

I tripped on the corner of the sheet that I had wrapped myself in and landed sprawled out on the floor at the foot of the bed. I was pretty sure that I was alone. Otherwise, the noise I just made would have alerted my presence.

I used the bed frame to help myself up and as I stood up I noticed on the pillow beside where I was sleeping was a little black book. Of course, I am curious to find out what was in it. Or was I? Maybe whoever left it behind was coming back for it and noticed that I went through it. I had no idea what I was up against, so I did not want to risk it.

I started looking around for my clothes and nothing was in sight. Not even my bra. I looked around at my surroundings and noticed that I was maybe in some sort of Hotel suite. So I started hunting for clues about where I was. My head was still swimming but my adrenalin started kicking in as my panic levels were rising higher.

At that moment I missed the days smoking was the norm because at least there were sets of matches that had the Hotel logos on them. This room seemed to have been stripped bare of all identification, and I think it was done purposely. I was walking toward the windows when I remembered self-consciously that I was still totally naked, so I instinctively backed away from the windows. I was thinking that there had to be a better way. I opened the drawers, and all of them were empty. The nightstand drawer was locked though, and I could not look in that one. There was a big wardrobe in the corner and I tried opening it but it was locked also. I was starting to feel that I was in an escape room puzzle.

My eyes went back to the little black book on the bed. It was probably a terrible idea, but the only clue in the whole room seemed to be that little black book. It seemed to call to me, so I wanted to try one more thing. I grabbed the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around me again and made my way to the door, and tried the door handle, but it looked sealed shut. How the Hell was I going to get out?

My eyes went back to the little black book. I made my way slowly towards the bed, dreading what could be inside. I sat down and picked it up gingerly in my hands and examined the outside for a while, hoping for a clue, but there was none. I opened it finally and the book appeared to be fairly new with only a few pages used. Something was written on the page but I could not comprehend what was written the words swam before me. I was definitely drugged last night. I closed my eyes and the room continued to spin. I waited a while until it passed. I opened them and tried again to read the words on the page. I brought the book closer and a slip of paper slipped out and fluttered to the floor at my feet. I bent down to pick it up and noticed that it was a money order of 20 000.00$, and my heart skipped a beat when I noticed that it was addressed in my own name. What the hell was going on here? I looked at the words and they started to come into focus.

I had to read it slowly because the writing was horrible. It said, ‘Thank you for last night. The cheque is yours after you sign the agreement.’ What agreement? I flipped the page and noticed there was more writing. I wished I had my reading glasses, and that the room would stop spinning. I took a deep breath and tried to concentrate.

It read as such, ‘I hereby declare that I was a willing participant in the proceeding that took place in this room and to receive the sum of 20 000.00$ I willingly give permission to use the video of last night. I also will never speak of the evening in question again. Once the agreement is signed, you will be free to leave and we will return your clothes and all personal effects.’

Holy crap! I had no idea what happened last night at all. I could not even confirm if I had sex or not. What was I going to do now? I really needed the money badly and if it was a sex scene it’s not so bad, I guess, I don’t have that many friends. I thought about it for about half an hour, before deciding that the pros outweighed the cons, and also the money was screaming at me to take it.

I had decided and was going to sign the papers and was looking around for a pen, and the only looked drawer that was locked slid open. I knew then that I was being observed, and swung my head around looking for the camera, a bad idea, and an instant headache. I waited a moment then peeked inside the drawer and sure enough, there was a pen. I had no idea where the camera was or even if there was more than one. All I wanted at that moment was to leave this place as fast as possible, so I hastily signed my name and threw the pen in the drawer and it slid shut immediately.

The wardrobe door slowly opened. I got up and made my way to the opened fearing what I will find. I feeling of dread fell upon me. I then noticed that my coat was hanging on a hanger. Relief flooded my mind. I grabbed my clothes that were on a pile on the floor of the wardrobe and was looking for my skirt. I quickly found it and was searching for my underwear when I noticed that my blouse had a very large stain on it. It seemed red and crusted dry, but I thought nothing of it and pulled it on over my head like a sweater. I just wanted to get out of here as fast as possible. I quickly finished dressing. When I had finished dressing the door suddenly opened slowly to reveal this strange dark corridor with only an arrow in glow in the dark paint pointing in a certain direction and it seemed to be some sort of pitch-black maze that only had faintly glowing arrows showing which way to turn.

I suddenly smacked into the wall, this time there was no arrow. I suddenly sensed that I got closed off and that the room started moving. I tried to grab hold of anything but found nothing and ended up again flat on my face. I was going to have some serious bruises tomorrow. I decided to stay there while we were moving. I guessed that I was in a transport trailer of some kind.

I had no idea how much time had passed when we stopped suddenly. Fear rose inside me again, so much that it made me nauseous. The panel that had shut earlier finally opened again and I got up and there was a big open garage door in front of me. As soon as I passed the threshold the door closed with a bang behind me, and I heard the truck roar away.

I seem to have been dumped in an old warehouse, but where was I? I finally had enough light to see and noticed with horror that the stain on my blouse was actually dried blood and a lot of it. Like crime scene amount of blood. I might have a very vivid imagination, but this seemed really bad.

At that moment I wondered what the hell did I get myself into?