Kat in The Bad Place

The last thing she could remember, Kat was writing on her macbook, five or six tabs open on Firefox, a glass of red wine on her desk. It was actually the average scene one might have spied if they peeked in on the twenty-seven-year-old on any given Saturday night; Kat, a bit short at 5'4", with medium-length jet black hair and straight bangs, almond-shaped brown eyes that acted as the primary clue to her half-Taiwanese descent, a thin (but not especially thin) body accented by modest (perhaps especially modest) curves; donning just a very comfortably large My Bloody Valentine t-shirt and a pair of neon blue-and-pink-striped underwear; cross-legged on her computer chair. Aside from her laptop and the long-stemmed glass filled with a very delicious and cheap Merlot, the young woman's desk was messily littered with various art supplies, used coffee mugs, loose change, a mirror on an adjustable arm, a digital clock and a lamp and a deck of Tarot cards- absolute chaos, just how she liked it.

On this particular Saturday night, Kat had yet to wipe her face clean of the dark eyeliner and gentle pink lipstick she wore to movie night with her friends, and in the midst of writing she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, that "Suspiria" on her wall in the background. Such an evocative sight, it was, that she felt an ephemeral twinge of autoerotic excitement.

"Girl... you look good..." she muttered. It was enough to get the ball rolling, so out came the small egg-shaped vibrator from a drawer in her desk and another Firefox tab where Google was used to quickly navigate to her pet favorite- an ENF story wherein she might safely and vicariously lose herself in the depths of cheek-burning, wildly arousing shame and humiliation.

Just then, her phone vibrated. It was her best friend of many years, Marie, whom she had just seen at movie night.

"Adam just fucking broke up with me. I can't spend the night at the apartment. I NEED to talk to someone right away... Are you still awake??? (Crying emoji)"

Kat gasped with sympathy... this was a shocker! Poor Marie... Of course she would be there for her! She-

She looked back up at the story. Oh man, it looked like a good one.

How long would this take her, realistically? Ten minutes? Fifteen? It took her a while to get all the way there, but no way had she ever lasted longer than half an hour. Once she finished, she would call Marie and invite her over and pretend she hadn't seen her phone until then.

It's January in Ann Arbor, Michigan, Kat... Marie is going to be cold, nowhere to go, crying...

Bah. Marie has heat in her car. Besides, she couldn't be a very good friend, all frustrated like this. The quicker she could get this over with, the quicker she could help her bud.

So Kat moved to stretch forward the waistband of her panties and turn on the vibrator to drop it in, except the vibrator wasn't turning on. No battery. No problem! Kat untangled the corresponding white cord from the many other cords in a drawer, plugged one side into the egg, and reached down to insert the plug to the already crowded power strip...

Had it been one too many? Had she bumped the glass of wine and sent it tumbling down at the precise worst possible moment? She couldn't remember.

The next thing she knew, she was in a brightly-lit, long marble hallway on a bench. "HUH!?" Kat cried.

She was in a very official-looking building. The hall was lined with wide, black windows that were impossible to see through, and large oak doors labeled with brass plaques. The letters on the plaques were strange and indecipherable- was that a language she had ever seen or heard of, ever?

She looked down and hugged herself a bit tightly... she was still in her t-shirt and panties and nothing else.

"HUH!?" she cried again. Where was she? How did she get here? What the Hell was going on?!

When she heard the sound of clacking high-heels echoing down the hall, Kat thought that she might get her answer soon enough... but she was in her underwear, and she had no idea who... or Hell, what... was on its way to greet her! Should she really just sit and wait to find out?