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Marla
She woke in total darkness, which was wrong. Blinking deliberately, unsure for a few moments whether her eyes were opened or closed, she looked around her, but could see nothing but impenetrable darkness, in every direction. It was wrong - she wasn’t in her bed. At the apartment, a street lamp shone in her bedroom window, illuminating the room with its dusky glow in spite of her thin drapes. She could feel the bed under her, but it wasn’t her bed.
She tried to sit up, and was met with firm resistance. Taut bands crossed her body at her chest, waist, and legs. She tried to lift a hand and found that her wrists and ankles were similarly restrained with fleece-lined cuffs, secured to the four corners of the bed. Her heart began to pound as the vulnerability of her situation became clear, but - at the same time, she wondered - was this consensual?
It was bizarre, to have to ask herself that question, in a moment of such seeming peril, but - her sex life had taken some interesting turns, in the past year. It was a valid question.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, and thought back to the last thing she could remember. She remembered Saturday night - going to a party with two of her very closest friends, having some fun there, taking a taxi home in the wee small hours...she remembered getting undressed and crawling into bed - oh God, was she naked? She squirmed as much as the restraints would allow, and was able to determine that she was wearing underwear, at least. And a nightgown, it felt like. Someone had dressed her.
She wondered suddenly where she was. Without any visual clues, it was impossible to determine whether she was in a sprawling auditorium or a suffocating casket. There was one way she might figure it out. Her mouth was very dry, but when she cleared her throat she found that she still had her voice.
“Hello...?” she spoke tentatively - not too loud, but it was enough to guess that she wasn’t in a coffin - her voice was not deflected back in her face by confining walls. She tried again, louder, “Hello??? Somebody, please...” There was not the echo of a vast, empty space - she guessed that she was in a normal-sized room, but wondered briefly if she’d gone blind, the darkness was so complete.
She heard footsteps approaching, and though her heart was pounding out of her chest - was it a Dom, or some psycho kidnapper coming for her? - she raised her voice again, “Hey! Somebody please help me - please help me!”
A door opened, and her world was flooded with blinding light. She squinted, and saw a shadowy figure fill the doorway, moving swiftly over to where she lay on the bed. She began to babble, “Please, please - just tell me where I am...”
The blanket was pulled down, and she gasped as the faceless pair of hands tugged at her nightgown, pulling it up around her waist. A moment later, she felt the sting of a needle entering the flesh above her hip, and she cried out in protest, even as the drug spread heavily over her limbs. The stranger pulled the blanket back up around her chin, and paused to brush a strand of hair from her sweaty brow. A detached whisper assured her, “You’re in good hands now,” as the dark figure retreated, pulling the door closed behind to shut her into total oblivion once more.
OOC: I’m not running this thread, I’m just opening it for anyone interested. Please feel free to orchestrate your own plots in this setting - just decide on your brand of crazy, and bring it. I’ve deliberately left out details of the institution, so that you can bring in any elements you would like to see. For the sticklers for detail, I rather like this picture, as an example of the interior: http://artworks.avalonweb.net/excellence/asylum.jpg and maybe this for the exterior: http://ic3.deviantart.com/fs5/p/2005/118/9/9e2d57c28c4a5bc4.jpg Come on in, be nutty, or try your hand at curing the hopelessly deviant and deranged. It’ll be fun.
