The Intern

(The story begins with drugging)

How the fuck was I supposed to know this was going to happen?! The job market is shit and I needed something to pay my bills! …Okay, okay. I need to calm down.

I’m Brayden. 21 year old intern for some company I still don’t understand. FEDOKO. The Fun and Entertainment Directive…I don’t remember the rest, but it ends in Corp. With a K, though.

I never got a job offer by mail, before. I never even heard up them until the letter arrived. I just checked the boxes, returned it with my resume, and in 48 hours or so, I get an automated call to be ready by 6AM, tomorrow, with a packed suitcase, and to stand by the corner near my apartment complex. I asked my neighbor to watch my cat, Meg. I always stroke her fur when I’m anxious and she comforts me.

Anyway, it’s 6AM and the limo…arrives? The door opens and I get in, ready to great someone, only no one is there. I tap on partition window, but the driver doesn’t seem to want to talk. He just looks forward and we start moving. The TV seems to know I’m in and begins a video.

A pretty woman with almost artificial features smiles through the screen. “Welcome to FEDOKO Corp! Today you will receive your room assignment and have the opportunity to meet your supervisor!” She leans in towards the screen and lifts a hand towards me as if she is going to tell me a secret. “A quick pointer! Never arrive late! Supervisors frown upon tardiness!” She softly giggles and returns to her original position. “Help yourself to any of the bar items and enjoy the ride!” The TV flickers to the acronym.

I lay back in my seat. I guess I am a bit thirsty. I grab an unlabeled glass bottle, mistaking it for beer and gulp in down. Water. Disappointing. At least I’ll stay hydrated! My eyelids grow heavy and my arms feel like anchors. Something is wrong. I slowly crawl across the limo to get to the partition window, but we hit what feels like a very intentional bump and I fall back to where I started.

“Dri…,” I try to speak but fall to the floor and pass out. I feel like I’m swimming in a cold ocean of black water until I feel someone softly slapping my cheek repeatedly.

I wake up flailing. “Where the fuck…”

A hot man with dark hair in a fancy driver’s uniform and hat sits over me. “You seems to be a little tired there, bud!” He snickers. “Enjoy your nap?”

“Nap? Wha…” I pause. “There was something in that dri…”

He softly shushes me, holding a finger to my mouth. “Why would anyone want to do that? Hmm?” He smiles at me in a way that is both arousing and unsettling. I pat my body down to see if he did anything to me, but everything is in its place. He helps me to my feet. “Come.”