Awoken

The alarm starts beeping. Over and over again. Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep...

The sound is rhythmic. Steady. Like the ticking of a clock. Tick... Tick... Beep... Beep...

You find yourself strangely lost in its sound, unwilling to move for a while as you soak in the last few moments before you have to get out of bed and face the day. You feel relaxed. Fresh.

Suddenly, the alarm clock goes quiet. You get the feeling that wasn't supposed to happen. But why? You sigh and decide not to think about it too hard. For now, you should just focus on getting up. As you throw off the blanket, you notice something about yourself that makes you pause. What on earth are you wearing? Looking down, you see that your body is barely covered by anything at all. The only clothes you have on you are a small, wired bikini top that only barely covers your nipples, and a matching thong that leaves a similar amount of details up to the imagination of the beholder. Panicked and suddenly wide awake, you start to look around the room. This isn't your home. Where are you? How did you get here?

After several minutes of failed attempts at calming yourself down, you decide there's only one possible explanation for this. You've been **** and kidnapped. You can't remember where or how it happened, but you're sure it's the only reason why you'd wake up in a position like this. You tip-toe over to the door of the bedroom and place your eye on the peephole. You see a rather nice-looking living-room, but no sign of another human. You don't hear anything, either. Standing around waiting for some kind of sign of life, you look over at the clock mounted on the wall. It stopped ticking at 3:33pm. Surely, you didn't sleep that long. But more importantly, if you did, then that could mean that your captor is away at work. Bracing yourself and gathering what determination you can muster, you decide that you have to act now, before it's too late. You need to escape.