((sorry - having Klingon troubles. Some annoying sub who PMs me every five seconds. So I end up with a whole load of PMs to read in between posting to each of my ninety seven or so RPs - yeah I'm exaggerating, but you get the picture?))<br/><br/>"Ooooooooooooooh"<em>I'll never drink again!</em>Naomi moaned and swore off alcohol, and chloroform, for ever. Her head hurt far worse than the rest of her, it felt like someone was playing the entire rhythm section of the entire country's massed bands on the inside of her skull. She slowly became aware of her surroundings. Cold. Bruises too, and a tearing pain in her wrists and armpits. The latter two went away as she managed to get her feet under her. She looked up. It was pretty dark in here, but her eyes adjusted quickly. She was hanging against a wall?<br/><br/>Memory came back and she shivered.<em>Dykezilla... It wasn't a dream then?</em>She heard her sister and glanced in that direction. Soph was naked! She gulped and glanced down at herself. "Shit! Soph, What's..." She shut up suddenly as Dykezilla herself entered the room.<br/><br/><em>What kind of sick shit is this? We've been kidnapped, stripped, chained to a wall and now she's going to film us?</em><br/><br/>The woman appeared to be addressing them,<em>Chance to shine? Fuck you!</em>Despite her dry mouth, she managed to croak out "Fuck you, you fucking dyke bitch. You let us go." She pulled against the chains in an effort to break them, but they held firm.