Seventy Seven

Madison's eyes slowly fluttered open when she felt someone touch her arm.

The car she was in had stopped in front of a large building which she could deduce was an hotel, and whoever it was that had driven her, had alighted from the car, and was now walking toward the passenger side, probably to bring her out.

She was still quite dizzy from all the drinks she'd had and her stomach continued to churn, but as she tried to regain her composure, she felt the car door swing open and a pair of arms gently came to rest below her neck and her legs.

Her eyes still drooping, it took her some time to realize that she was being carried out of the car she was in, and too weak to struggle, she let whoever it was pull her out gently.

The sudden motion must have set off her nausea because she immediately lurched forward, bile riling up in her throat and she began to retch.

Quickly, she was pulled down, and as quick as lightning, a hand flung the pigeon hole open to take out a paper bag, which was