What the hell was going on? I was extremely confused. While there were no definitive words, these were the impressions I was getting from the tone of the moans, so to speak. This isn't easy to describe however the moans and whimper type noises seemed to be anticipating something big and enjoyable, while also encompassing great anguish. If my hearing wasn't failing me, they sounded like they were in a state of both bliss and distress at the same time. Then, to my horror came the murmur of other voices around me - male voices. It was like the sound of air being released from a car tire only softer. If I thought my awakening was unusual, then the next few moments would test the capacity of my reasoning.Īt first there was the noises.
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Well I don't!Īs concern started to expand into anxiety, a whole new series of events began unfolding. A predicament! You don't awake in strange place, unable to see or move freely without calling it that. Why could I not remember? If I could just think harder I would surely be able to piece together my present predicament, and that must be its status now. My last (and dim) recollection, was of walking home from work at the end of a regular week.
I could not actually remember the evening before at all. For a start I couldn't remember going out. there was enough to suggest that this was something entirely different. Though there were strong similarities to good nights, bad hangover. Where am I, and what the hell have I been up to, were the foremost questions on my mind. Laying comfortably on my back there was a smooth but rigid ring, which felt like a soft steel band made to fit my waist. I hoped I was at home but this did not feel like my bed and strangely my movement was restricted.
Wherever I was, it was not light yet and I couldn't see anything through a blanket of black. My head ached, my whole body ached in fact, right down to the bones. Upon regaining consciousness it seemed I had woken from quite a night to remember.