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Trixie
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jun 18, 2013
The world slowly came into focus, dark masses that only hinted at shapes and muted colors slowly resolving themselves into a floor and a set of steel bars Leah groaned, trying to roll over onto her side and finding that it was quite hard to do when one's arms refused to cooperate with you. Teetering on the side of her arm, she threw herself onto her back with a wince of pain from both shoulders, letting her get a better look at the world above her.
More bars, though they had the decency to at least be a good six feet above her rather than right in her face. How nice of them. Leah continued to try and turn, working herself onto her elbow so that she could sit up.
"Where the hell am I?" she thought, feeling the dark miasma of unconsciousness seeping away from her mind. The last thing she could remember was...
... she had been walking home from work. She worked as a waitress for a small bistro in the great city of New York, barely making ends meet and encouraged to wear a slightly unbuttoned white button-up and a skirt to work, for customers and employer alike to check out her legs and her large chest. It was either that or work in porn, and there was no goddamn way she was going the latter route.
But... what had happened? She remembered a strange smell, just before she got home, before she had woken up here. "Hello?" she called out.
Wherever it was, it couldn't be good. The world around her was pretty much entirely dark, she was in a cage, and her wrists were tightly bound. Such rarely boded well.
More bars, though they had the decency to at least be a good six feet above her rather than right in her face. How nice of them. Leah continued to try and turn, working herself onto her elbow so that she could sit up.
"Where the hell am I?" she thought, feeling the dark miasma of unconsciousness seeping away from her mind. The last thing she could remember was...
... she had been walking home from work. She worked as a waitress for a small bistro in the great city of New York, barely making ends meet and encouraged to wear a slightly unbuttoned white button-up and a skirt to work, for customers and employer alike to check out her legs and her large chest. It was either that or work in porn, and there was no goddamn way she was going the latter route.
But... what had happened? She remembered a strange smell, just before she got home, before she had woken up here. "Hello?" she called out.
Wherever it was, it couldn't be good. The world around her was pretty much entirely dark, she was in a cage, and her wrists were tightly bound. Such rarely boded well.