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Slowly, Susan Gorman opened her eyes. Everything was fuzzy, blurry, and she blinked as a foggy haze began turning into light and her eyes focused on a dim light bulb hanging high up in the center of the ceiling.
“Ah, my pretty one wakes up.” The voice came from somewhere in the room.
She pulled at her arms, which were pulled up above her head. She felt something tighten and pull at her wrists and turned her head to see her wrists shackled to the steel bedposts.
“What? Where?” she gasped as her head slowly began clearing.
She heard a movement in the corner of the room and turned her head toward the noise just as the voice spoke again.
“Glad to see you’re coming around. I was beginning to think Dave had given you a little too much in your drink at the party last night.”
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