What Really Goes on at Work. XD

[Selena616]

She knew two things; she was sweaty and lunch was going to be all over the floor. Thankfully she was only correct about the first thing though, as her mind rushed to catch up with her new found consciousness the headache made her believe that the second was not too far behind. She mentally tried to access her situation her vision was blurry, she could taste blood and she wasn't going be moving very far. Though her vision was as good as it was going to get, she noticed the chains that explained the sweaty feeling, both wrists, ankles and neck.

"Apparently I've either got a damn good hangover or something went to s**t fast." She was pretty sure judging by the pain in her head, the blood smell, and the pain in her back that it was latter part of that sentence. She rose, the room seeming to be 7 by 5 feet and constructed with cinder block except for the solid steel door just inches from her reach on the front left corner. There was the cot at the back of the room, the chains going through small round holes in the wall, goodness knows where they connected too. The perfect diameter and angle too, not enough to see though, but most likely for them to retract or something, also to keep her in reach of everything but the door. There was a toilet and sink on the right wall, the sink taking some effort to get to, that was it. Ceiling was probably plaster with nice thick wood and mesh, floor, typical cement. No windows, seven and half feet up was a wall mounted light with a bare bulb.

"Very homey, whens dinner." She flopped back down on the bed, her back hurting like a b***h. She looked herself over, noticing abrasions and several cuts. What really drew her attention was most fresh scars she didn't remember having before. "So anyone care to explain why I ended up in the slammer?" She knew there was no one unless they were outside the door or there was a camera, talking to yourself was not detrimental to your health as long as you knew it was knew it was you, you were addressing. She really needed her glasses, a fan and some food. She'd settle for her glasses and some iced coffee, even a nice black coffee and a smoke would do.  

[Selena616]

A strange rattling pricked her attention, it was metal on metal and she already knew without looking what it meant. "Well, if someone wants to open the door and yell 'enjoy your stay' with evil laughter I wouldn't be shocked." Growing up on a diet of violent video games, CSI and paperback crime novels, practically nothing was going to surprise her. She waited yet, nothing seemed to change, checking the chains which were still the same length leading her to believe she was not alone in the complex. "Joy. Assholes with guns, innocent bystanders and probably a shitload of experiments with bad endings."

She failed to remember how she ended up in hell; except she'd been with friends at a bar, a few too many shots and some weird guy how kept looking at her. Personally she'd thought he was a morn, the dark tan dress shirt was in no way reveling, her jeans though a bit too low riding for her taste had a belt. She was even in semi-dressy boots, though they were constructed for her motorbike. She regretted not wearing her leather jacket and helmet into the bar now, mentally laughing at some old joke made by a co worker.

"The belts gone." It was like walking headlong into a wall, yes a good kick in these books could cripple but, the solidly leather belt with its heavy buckle would have made an effective weapon. "Where'd you ******** put my hat?" She had a western style cameo hat all her friends thought stupid, she'd considered it a lucky hat due to previous events. She was missing her glasses which meant reduced vision, Erin was a sitting duck and she hated the concept. "Right situation accessed, time to think of a way out." Pity, that was much harder said then done when there a was a scream from her left side.