<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.trendhunterstatic.com/thumbs/style-noir-for-vogue-italia.jpeg)</div><br/>Jackie was roused from her drug induced haze by the crash of the phone. The water sluiced around her as she startled out of the tub.<br/><br/>“Baby?” She asked, fearing that their captive had gotten loose. She barely remembered to grab her golden mask and strap it to her face before she entered the room with less grace than she intended.<br/>But she wasn’t loose. She was still strapped to the bed, looking up at Marc with wide fearful eyes. He was glaring over her like a snarling beast. The phone in the corner, the battery a few inches from it.<br/><br/>“The fuck is this?” She asked, trying to regain composure. Disregarding her nakedness, she put a hand on her hip and attempted an air of authority.<br/><br/>“What the hell is going on?” She continued, coming behind Marc and placing a hand on his shoulder.<br/>