Semra needs some air

It was hot and airless in the club but I still tore up the dancefloor with my hot moves as if I was 19.

But I started to feel dizzy and I feared that my night might begin to unwind.

I was never good with booze.

But then realised that I had lost Monica and started to panic.

I felt like I was going to vomit and had to get out. I'd had **** but to find Monica after I'd calmed down.

So I staggered outside into the cool night air.

After a moment I took a few deep breaths to steady myself and I slowly started to feel better.

"Ay up luv. Are you alright?" I looked up. A man I can only describe as Sean Bean's stunt double had his hand on my shoulder and was looking at me concerned. I tried to answer him but I vomited instead. Bloody amateur. He laughed, "Oh crikey, probably not lass". Even in my weakened state his deep gravelly voice sent me weak at the knees. A northern accent really doesn't do it for me normally, I must really be drunk. "Come on, I'll get you cleaned up" I tried to argue but I was too weak. He started to guide me somewhere. I took a few steps and everything went black…

...

I wake up and I can't move my arms or legs. I glance around drunkenly, my limbs have been tied to the corners of a bed. My dress is gone and I'm only wearing the matching lace bra and panties John bought me for our last anniversary. I try to cry out but there's a gag in my mouth. Judging from the room I guess I'm in a cheap but cheerful hotel, a Premier Inn or a Best Western.

It was like a sordid nightmare. Panic set. My heart was beating as if it was going to explode.

Then I see him. My "rescuer". He's sat in a chair facing me. He's naked with huge cock. I can see he's scrolling through a phone.

My phone!

I start to struggle in my binds. He looks up. "Awake at last, eh lass?" He walks over still holding my phone. "Looks like you and your bloke have got an interesting arrangement". I continue to struggle but a part of me wants to see where he's going with this. He picks up a large pair of scissors and starts to cut off my underwear. The cold steel on my skin fills me with dread. "I tell you what. Let's send John something he'll really like. Eh lass?"