Laze around the beach

Apparently, Linda was feeling as sore as you were, likely from some liaison that you were dying to know the details about. She slyly asked the same from you, and a candid Q and A session burst into the forefront as the two of you settle down onto some loungers closest to the water. Laying in various positions about your seats, you laid out your heart and thoughts before her like you lay down your perfect body across the soft cushion. You described to her your nightmare in as ambiguous in detail as you could. The entire ordeal, even if a dream, was too upsetting to tell. Like the bestie she was, Linda seemed to understand and picked up the connotations skillfully, clearly as disturbed about it as you were. It was then that she mentions that she had a similar nightmare about the club they went to, which went very similarly to yours. She explained that she was taken in a car to some warehouse and **** by a bunch of scary locals. Upon mentioning of the weird music, the two of you shot out ideas as to why your nightmares were so alike. Conspiracy theories included. The discussion never came to any conclusions. It was dropped as it became too uncomfortable to continue, changing into something much more fun and relaxing, like what juicy gossip they had about the rest of the crew. For the longest while, you shot the breeze and soaked in the tropical sun, feeling all the worries and doubts you had wash away.

Little do you realize that people had been watching you from afar. A group of staff members by the beach equipment rental shop were chatting away, casting creepy glances at the bikini clad women closeby. Their voices were too far away for you to hear. You know they were there when you first arrived here with Linda, but you did not suspect anything suspicious about a bunch of local men congregating in one spot like that.