How did they set all this up?

I sat up slowly. My head was swimming. Did Mr. Fox REALLY **** me? Jesus, I was SO docking his pay for this. I can only assume he purchased Blackfire...and whoever stuck me with the needle. Dammit, it was just supposed to be Raven and me. Sure, being tied to the bed and **** to have fun with two hot chicks would be great, but...

I decided thinking about that would not be a good idea at this point. "...ecked him out for you. You know, big sister stuff," I heard Kim say from outside the room. ...room...where was this? It...it looked like...

I looked at the bed sheets. Black. I looked at the walls. Rows of books. Candles...the smell of incense. This was designed to be Raven's room. "Well, I'm seeing this well before I thought I would," I thought. That was a lie. I never thought I'd see her room because I didn't think she'd have one.

"You're not my...alright, whatever. I'm letting him go. I...OW! What was...HEY!" The door suddenly opened and Rachel tumbled in, sans cloak. She rubbed her arm and turned to charge the door when she wobbled and hit the floor.

The door shut and there was an audible clicking of a lock. "Sorry, Rae. It's for your own good!" came the voice on the other side of the door. Wasn't Kim...so who was it? Whatever. I **** myself to stand, despite the dizzy feeling it gave me. Rachel was still on the floor, looking dazed.

"Are you okay?" I asked, kneeling down. That was a mistake. I fell right on top of her. My balance was fucked. She let out a tiny "oof" and I found myself straining to move again.

"Well...this is awkward," Raven muttered as we managed to help each other sit up. Her cheeks were bright pink. "I'm so sorry about this, John. I swear, I had nothing to..."

I cut her off. "I know. I believe you," I told her, giving her what I hoped was a comforting smile. She gave a slight smile back before staring at the door. "...damn...it's no good. I can't focus right now. I'm guessing that's why they **** me."

'They'... "Who else is out there? I heard Kim and my butler..." I asked. Technically Mr. Fox was more than a butler, but I didn't feel like explaining the whole thing right then.