Leaves to get a Drink

Beth had lost all sense of patience with the other man, but even in her agitated state she knew it would be wise to put her hands on him. So in a rare moment of clarity, she took a deep breath and walked past her roommate.

"I need a drink" she grumbled as she made her way towards the door.

"Suit yourself, but I-" Beth quickly cut off whatever Blair was chatting on about and swung the door open to escape.

For just a moment, the young Wright felt pretty good about getting the upper hand at the end of that exchange. Yet the second Bethany left her room, she felt a cloth cover her mouth. An unknown person grabbed her from behind, and two others held on to her limbs. Panic struck her immediately and she went into fight or flight mode, struggling with all her strength to break free.

She thrashed around violently, completely unprepared for what was happening. What she could make out was that there were five of them, all had their faces covered and they had clearly planned this, with one of them preparing a large bag. Bethany realised too late that she was starting to drift off, and that no matter how much she struggled, she was only delaying her inevitable fate. Eventually, the whole world went black.