Jessica wakes up

But Fatima showed no mercy to the sobbing Hanna. The spankings continued, and Hanna couldn't bear the pain any more as she passed out. Other strange dreams crept into her mind. There was one in which she was made a sexual sacrifice by a group of Pagans to the Valkyries and the goddess Freyja. In another dream she was an opium addict, selling herself on the street for what she could get for her next fix. Other dreams were too vague, but often ended in sexual frustration. Her eyes focused on one small beam of light, and she felt herself being drawn to it. It made her feel like a rabbit in a rabbit hole as she made her way towards it. Then, a sweet voice called out to her.

"Are you all right Miss?" said a sweet female voice. Jessica slowly opened her eyes, and looked up into the face of a very fiercely beautiful blond. Maybe this was Freyja come to take her away?

"Where's my Mistress?" the confused Jessica asked.

"Mistress?" the blond asked. "If you have a Mistress, she's a very bad one. She left you in the dumpster over there for dead. I heard you moaning, so I pulled you out."

Jessica's head suddenly began to throb. Were the two men, the Princess, and her captivity all a dream? But it had all seemed so real! "I remember now. I was running from two men. That dumpster was the only place I could find to hide. I must have hit my head when I dove in. I must have passed out." She rubbed her forehead. Sure enough, there was a nice sized knot she could feel.

The blond beauty cradled Jessica's head, and stroked her face. "Just relax. There's just you and me here. Are you able to stand up?"

Jessica moved with a bit of effort. She smelled like garbage, and it was starting to get to her. Gradually she regained her composure, and stood up. "Thank you for pulling me out of there. I owe you."

"Think nothing of it" the blond smiled. "My name is Vallah. What's yours?"

A sudden look of fright came over Jessica's face. Who was she? All she could remember were the men chasing her, and the dreams she had. The only name she could remember was Hanna. But Hanna couldn't be right, could it? "I think my name is Hanna" she finally said. "I'm not sure though." She started to search herself for anything that might tell her who she was, but there was nothing in her pockets except for some cash. There was a good bit of that.

Vallah eyed the wad of cash. "Don't worry. We'll find out who you are. You can come to my place, and get cleaned up. I can give you something to wear while we wash your clothes." The only time she'd seen a person with that much cash on them was when she ran into drug runners and dealers, and slavers. However, she didn't think Hanna was any of those. She wrapped an arm around Hanna's waist. "Come. It's not far from here."

The two women walked down the dark alley together, leaving behind the only clue as to who Hanna really was, laying in the bottom of the dumpster she had been rescued from. It was a purse, and it contained everything but the kitchen sink. Most importantly, it contained the passport of one Jessica Alba.