You try to fight yourself free, but you’re out numbered. There are the two large men who dragged you into the van, then there is another guy in the back. Your eyes flick to the front and you notice that the driver is female, and beside her in the passenger seat is another woman; a beautiful blonde. One of the men holds a clothe over your face, forcing you to breathe in a large amount of chloroform. Within seconds, the faces of your captures and your surroundings begin to blur and you topple to the floor. Your eye lids feel really heavy and you try to keep them open, but the **** is too much for you.
Several hours later you wake up… your head is pounding and you feel very groggy. You try to look around, but it’s too dark to see anything. Your other senses try to compensate for your lack of sight, and you quickly discover your nakedness. You’ve been stripped naked and left in the dark. Suddenly, an almost blindingly bright light comes on in front of you. After several minutes of squinting your eyes, you are able to focus. The light appears to be the heavy duty spotlight type used by construction companies. You make your way over to it and find the light is on a tripod, which you turn away from yourself. The beam of light hits a large mirror on the other side of the room, causing you to see your own reflection. Something tells you that there is somebody behind the mirror watching you.
As if reading your mind a loud speaker comes on with a low hum. “John, we mean you no harm and it would be in your best interest to co-operate with us,” speaks a mechanically distorted voice.
“Who are you?” you demand.
“My identity is not important at the moment. If you play along you will find out, but first things first. Do we have your complete co-operation?” asks the distorted voice.
“I guess…” you mumble in agreement.
You hear a switch click somewhere and another light turns on behind you. You spin quickly expecting something to attack you. There is nothing, except for an illuminate doorway. You speedily walk, still naked as your package swings from side to side, to the door. To your disappointment the door in front of you is securely locked. You turn back to the mirror and ask, “ok, what now?”
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