Waking up at home she realizes they did something to her breasts

Courtney came to in her apartment and wondered if it had all been a dream. A nightmare, rather. But when she first moved a sharp pain in her chest told her it was all too real.

Frantic she threw off the covers and stared down at a large t-shirt that covered her body. Peering down the front of it she was relieved to see her breasts.

"Thank God," she breathed. "I thought they'd cut them off."

Relieved she tried to sit up, only to feel the pain again. Alarmed, she pulled off the t-shirt, but saw nothing. It was only when she put her hands gingerly upon her breasts that she felt something course stuck to the bottoms of her breasts.

Forgetting the pain she rocked to her feet, realized that she was lying on an air mattress in her room. Except there was no furniture and all her clothes were strewn on the floor.

"Oh my God, I've been robbed!" she exclaimed, forgetting her breasts.

Dashing to the door of her bedroom she stared out into her living room, only to find that it too was mostly empty. In shock she wandered out, seeing only picture frames and magazines and books. Even the drapes were gone, and she could see straight out her window to the two apartment buildings that faced her own.

Forgetting her nakedness she stared out at the empty patio where she'd had a lawn chair and table, both now missing. Blinking back tears she turned back to her room, looking around for a phone so she could call the police.

A page caught her eye. It was taped to the wall beside the phone that had come with the apartment.

'Courtney,

We've begun the process of reselling your furniture to reduce your debt. We've left you the items we felt weren't valuable enough to bother with. Please call me when you wake so we may discuss matters.

Mr. Isaacson'

Courtney stared down at the letter in shock that turned to anger. When she'd gone to him she had no idea it would set something like this in motion. She'd just wanted to find out where the debt had come from, not be robbed by the man and have a doctor do who-knew-what.

Speaking of the doctor, what had he done to her, she wondered.