Chapter 4 by wicker

What's next?

A Clue

Olivia tried to remember what she could. She ran into some old high school classmates. They were being loud and silly, and one of the boys passed out early, and his friends shaved one of his eyebrows off and drew on his face with a permanent marker.

"Immature, really? Still?" asked Olivia before doing a shot of chilled, high price vodka. It was the last thing she remembered.

As Olivia walked through the grass, still wet with morning dew, she saw what looked to be her panties hanging about seven feet off of the ground from a bushy oak tree. "Oh you got to be fucking kidding me," she said to herself. She walked over, jumped up and grabbed her panties. As she pulled them down, the rope they were attached to pulled something else, and a cascade of wet, oily liquid crashed over her head. After the initial shock, she could tell it seemed to be a mixture of water, vegetable oil, and to her horror, some sort of blue dye.

"FUCK!" she screamed, which made her head hurt worse.