Beth wakes up

Beth shivered as consciousness slowly returned to her. She rolled over and reached to pull the bedsheets back over herself...only to slide underneath the water.

The ginger girl struggled for a few moments before bursting back above the surface, her chest heaving as she looked around, wide-eyed and bewildered.

Beth was convinced that she had fallen asleep in her bed last night...so how was she now in the bath?!

She struggled for a few seconds before finally finding purchase and clambering out of the bath. She was expecting her bare feet to touch down on the bath mat...so a cry of surprise escaped her lips when her soles almost slipped over on the smooth, cool floor.

When she finally regained her footing, Beth turned towards the towel rail, looking forward very much to wrapping the warm cotton around her wet body. But the rail was empty!

"What the fuck?!" Beth swore as she arms settled around her sides, trying and failing to squeeze any heat into her body.

She padded uncertainly back into her bedroom, which was no warmer than the en-suite had been.

Her bewilderment and confusion gave way to blood-chilling terror.

There was absolutely nothing left.

No pillows, blankets or sheets on the bed. Empty wardrobes and cupboards hanging open, no cushions on the armchairs.

"H-hello?" Beth called out, teeth chattering.

She turned slowly on the spot, taking in the full extent of the theft that had taken place, until she was facing the windows.

Tall windows which stood floor-to-ceiling showing a view of a snowy Moscow outside; windows which were devoid of curtains!

Beth screamed and threw herself to the floor. Had anyone seen her?

With her skin still glistening, Beth awkwardly crawled over to the phone...but the line was dead.

It was only when she was curling up into a ball that Beth realised that she had been shorn of all of her body hair. Her skin crawled, feeling violated and hugged herself tighter, tears splashing down her cheeks.

Beth jumped and whimpered at a loud knocking on the door.

She hadn't fully come to terms with her nightmare yet and already she was being **** to expose herself to someone: stark naked, hungry and very, very cold.

Beth wanted nothing more hide in her room and hope that her thief would take pity on her and return her clothes. She didn't know who was at the door, but could she really pass up this opportunity to get help?

The naked girl squirmed on the floor, a pool of water forming around her, and chewed her finger nails, wondering what to do...