It took Staicey a while to wake up and fully realize what was going on. She woke up at a strange sound but the first thing she realized was the damp and moist smell. Then she turned to her back and she felt the hard floor. Only then did she also realize the voices. Something wasn't quite right here but still her drugged brains had difficulties figuring out just what was going on.<br/><br/>She heard another voice and the squeaking of the stairs.<br/><br/>"Oi, wait up," she almost said instinctively.<br/><br/>They were good people or bad people but in any case she wasn't going to sit idle. She grunted as she got up from her corner of the room and tried to look around through the dark. Should I ask the obvious question or not? Ah why not...<br/><br/>"The fuck are we?"<br/><br/>Carefully she moved across the room towards the beam of light coming from up the stairs.