And then she was floored. She remembered Carla walking her out to the SUV and what happened after that. She started to not feel good as the guilt hit her. "I fucked that guy in the back of Carla's Escalade.", she reached for her neck and felt a welt. She jumped out of her bed and pitter-pattered naked across their room to her dresser and looked in the mirror. There was no way Jake didn't see that when he picked her up, or at the very least when he brought her home and undressed her for bed. No wonder he didn't wake her up this morning, he was probably pissed. Cindy then looked over at her pile of clothes on the floor and picked them up. Her dress and bra, but no underwear. She touched her waist as she remembered the feel of Mark's blade against her leg as he cut them off of her. She sat down on the corner of her bed and put her face in her hands as she bent over and tried to find a way out of this mess she created. As she looked down at her lap she could see the dried remains on the. Then she went to the door that lead deeper into the shop. It was covered by a heavy golden velvet curtain. She hesitated, she was in the deep water now. Didn´t even knew which of her numerous partners from the last weeks that had been writing the notes. She turned around, stood with her back to the doorway. It would be so much easier, if hands would reach out from the darkness behind that curtain and just grab her, but she knew that that was not going to happen. The note had said so. She reached behind her, found where the two parts of the curtain met. Hesitated. Then took one step back. Hesitated again, before sticking both arms behind the curtain. Nothing happened for a few seconds. Had she missed something, reading the note? A quick succession of loud metallic clicks as handcuff were put on both her wrists. She had let out a short scream, when it happened. Slowly, but steadily she was being dragged back, over the threshold, into the next room. The cuffs (there must have been two.
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