With my head throbbing and my body aching I pulled myself carefully over to where my ‘clothes’ had been thrown. Hastily I pulled on the bra, pants and high heels that made up my uniform, hoping that Mr. Black wasn’t coming back.

I hauled myself unsteadily to my feet, with my head spinning and throbbing more urgently than before. I managed to walk over to a mirror hanging on the wall to inspect the damage done. Other than my makeup being smudged and my hair a mess, I loooked fine, unless you counted the slight stinging redness of my throat.

I re touched my makeup briefly and walked over to the door of the office. I turned the handle. No luck. It was locked.

Dejectedly, I dragged myself over to a luxurious couch and collapsed on it, hauling my knees up around my ears. Many thoughts rushed through my head in the time I sat there.