Tugging at her feet, she felt rather than saw that they were secured at the ankles about a yard apart. Both drawn to either side and held tight within some kind of horizontal wooden pillory mounted on a stout post behind her back, arms out and bent at right angles, wrists locked into holes in the wood. Not naked, but still she could feel that her panties were gone, leaving her sex exposed beneath the skirt. Now what's this? Still clothed blouse, skirt still there. I must have been drugged, Shannon thought, groggy. Later, sometime later-how long she didn't know-her eyes fluttered open again blinding light at first, so she closed them again. She stumbled, then fell onto the cot and her eyes closed. Then she heard a soft hissing coming from somewhere, barely audible. "Hello?! Fuck! Let me out of here! HEY! Open up! Let me out! Hey! I'm an American citizen! You better let me out, now, if you know what's good for you. She rose and went to the door, fighting the pounding in her head and the nausea. Now, what the fuck, Shannon asked herself. " The metal slide just closed without response. "Who are you? What's going on? This is a mistake. Then, a few minutes later, the small door window slid open and a man's face looked in. "What's going on? Where am I? Hey! WHERE AM I?! Hello?" Nothing. "Hello? HELLO! Is anyone there?" she called out. Laying on a slightly musty mattress on a cot bolted to the wall. Steel door with one slot near the top, closed. the next, here? Where was here? She looked around. What happened? One minute flying out to attend a lavish gala on Bermuda and the next.
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