May Anderson - The Deed (2)

**” She’s waking up… ugh!! Did you give her enough drugs”**

**” of course I did”**

** “ Here’s more… force it on her, we mustn’t get caught”**

Her headache increased as flashbacks of the assault haunted her sleep.

**” Stop it, she’ve had enough”**

**” No way, I’m not done yet”**

…

**” Dump her there… hurry! I’m calling the cops.”**

Her heartbeat increased rapidly until she forced her eyes open.

“Good morning! Sleepyhead”

“Huh!?” May exclaimed. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt so comfortable in her life before. She was on a huge orange king-sized bed in an orange room.

She looked at Stacey, who was sitting beside her in a pink dress.

“Where I’m I?” she asked, scratching her head.

“Welcome to my home, you’re in my room”

“I’m where?” She asked astonished, the room looked three times larger than hers. She gazed into the beautiful garden through the amazingly designed windows.

“Wow!!” she marvelled unintentionally. “How long was I out?”

“Hm… about twelve hours”