Jenna’s eye slivered open, staring at a ceiling she didn’t recognize. Her head pounding as she laid in what felt like clouds surrounding her. She needed to rub her temples, trying to move her arm, but something held it in place. Suddenly, she remembered. It was in fragments and flashes, but she remembered the audition, being drugged. She woke up just momentarily when she was being stripped, what she’d thought was a dream until now.<br/><br/>Her eyes shot open as she pulled hard, seeing the ropes binding her wrists. She struggled, seeing her breasts nearly bulging out of a foreign set of lingerie. She was about to scream when she felt someone next to her, tilting her head to see a woman in a purple robe. It was a moment of relief, thinking that a woman would help another.<br/><br/>“H-hey... Hey untie me” she said as she struggled. “These guys, they took me. I need help.” The prospect of being taken by a woman with foul intentions never crossed her mind, perhaps due to her religious upbringing. She assumed this other woman was either a captive as well or, at the very least, was in a position to help. She didn’t know how that woman had gotten out of her restraints. Jenna’s mind was still cloudy and hard to focus on anything.