The sky was heavy with blackening cumulus as the weak dawn light retreated for the day, beaten by the impending storm. But even the brightest of sunlight would not penetrate Gianna's bedroom. The luxurious, ebony velvet drapes that dominated the wall had a second purpose; that of dulling the sounds in the room, for all sounds would be immediately consumed by the ravenous, timeless fabric.<br/><br/>"...you?...Nicholas, wake up!!!" It was a faint voice, hardly perceptible and heard only by his subconscious at first, but it began to gain volume as second by second Nicholas awoke from his drug induced slumber. His mouth was dry and his tongue rasped against the roof of his mouth as he tried to swallow. His senses scrambled to gain some footing, to grasp a thread of reality in that moment before he opened his eyes.<em>Why can't I move? Why do my legs ache? Who is calling my name? Why can't I move!!</em><br/><br/>It's Kelly! "Kelly? Is that you?" And then he remembered. Last night! Nicholas snapped open his eyes and looked straight down at the plush, red Axminster carpet. He was immobilised, he couldn't see his hands, and leaning over something that smelled of leather. More smells came to him...beeswax! Exotic body lotion.<em>What the hell is this? Where am I for Christ's sake?</em><br/><br/>"What the fuck is going on?"<br/><br/>His mind raced now, retracing the evening, the charity dinner, Gianna, Gianna's tits, her rudeness, Kelly, Kelly's stunning outfit, the hard-on he got when he saw Kelly furious with Gianna, the toast with Roediger, Gianna's knowing smile...and then nothing! Nothing! A blank sheet...why? There was no other possible reason...he had been drugged!<em>They had been drugged! Bloody Gianna!!</em><br/><br/>"It's fucking, bloody Gianna! The stupid bitch has gone off the deep end." A tantrum of violent writhing with legs and arms yielded nothing. He was pinned...and it sure sounded like Kelly was too.<em>Wait until we get out of this...she will bloody well pay!</em>