There was the murmur of voices, followed by the clap of a phone closing, it seemed to all be made in echos as Zebel lay in a heap upon a bed. There was a groggy feeling in her head, and all through her body seemed to be nearly paralyzed, though her fingers moved as she slowly came to the surface of that drugged state. Zebel knew the feeling rather well, she was no stranger to it but... she hated the high it gave you. Opening the lids of her eyes she gazed to whatever was within eye sight, a desk of maple brown hue sat across from her, and behind that desk sat a man, one she hadn't encountered in the limo.<br/><br/>"Good... your awake, for a second there I though my guard had given you more then your body could handle..."<br/><br/>He cut a angry glare to the man standing by the door to the room, which the man had the decent notion to appear sheepish. Zebel raised up on her hands, pushing down to the middle of the bed as she looked around her, looking for something that would tell her were she was, but there was nothing. They had made sure to leave nothing out to give away her location. Her eyes turned back to the man behind the desk as her hand pressed to her forehead, trying to push away the headache that was forming.<br/><br/>"Why am I here?"<br/><br/>The man raised up from behind the desk, sliding that wheeled chair from under hos large body so that he strides around the corner of the desk. His form was covered in a robe, though a pair of dress slacks under it. He came to the edge of the bed were he looked down to Zebel laying on it, though she was making short work of sitting up now. Blue eyes from the male looked down at her before he came to sit on the edge of it close to her.<br/><br/>"You are here cause you were invited to a tournament of skills, to fight in a ring against someone better then yourself. I have picked these fighters myself, I have seen each of you in action, whether you know it or not, you are one of my particular favorites."<br/><br/>There was a grin over his lips as he reached a hand out to push back strands of hair from her shoulder now, brushing his finger tips at the side of his neck in the process. His hand came to trail over her shoulder sliding slowly down her arm before taking her wrist and drawling her to him. Zebel moved as he pulled her, struggling against the man, though she couldn't get that drug state out of her body before she was forced into the man's lap, in which case he simply held her there, holding her arms crossed over the front of her chest as he looked down into her eyes.<br/><br/>"Ease... calm down. I just want to wish you luck, and... if you don't do as I say... when I say... I will kill not only your crack-head parents but I will kill yours friends and the big muscled bond olf you seem so fond of."<br/><br/>There was a shaken stead that went through Zebel, someone had been watching her a little too close and that told her that anything she did or said would be reported by to this man. Her eyes were slightly wide as she looked up at him, though nodded her head in answer to his statement, there wasn't much in the way of words, though once she had complied with the man he leaned down over the top of her and kissed her lips. It twisted a knot in the pit of Zebel's stomach as she laid as still as her body could let her, she hated that helpless feeling she had, it was sinking in the bottom of her stomach and rose bile to the back of her throat as the man released her. Sitting up now Zebel's hand came up to wipe her lips, nearly smacking the kiss from her lips.<br/><br/>"You will take her back to the casino..." He spoke to the guard before looking back to Zebel, "And you will tell no one where you went to... or what has happened here, or everyone you know will be killed."<br/><br/>There was a twisted smile over the lips of the male before he made his way back to his desk, sitting in the chair as he snapped his fingers. On command the guard came to the bed, snatching Zebel from it, they walked to the door of the room, though before she could see what lay behind that door she was hit at the back of her head were she was knocked out. A black bag was slipped over her head as the guard holstered her up on his shoulder and carried her down to the limo. Once Zebel was inside the guard spoke to the driver, telling him to take a different way back to the party, and to make sure no one and nothing followed him.