Kyle woke up. He felt strange. He felt leaden, like he couldn't move right.
He felt like he was underwater, and he couldn't quite force himself all the way awake.
His vision was blurred. But as it cleared, and he was able to see his surroundings, he realized that he didn't know where he was. He sat up in alarm…or he tried to. He was tied down.
He heard voices. Voices he didn't recognize. A man and a woman.
"Come on Caroline, please? Just let me touch it!"
"No! Stop it! I already said no!"
"But it's been so long since I had any. I just got back. Please just let me touch a little."
"RIC! No! Get your hands off me!"
"But I promise I'll be quick."
Then Kyle thought he heard a gurgling sound, followed by a strained voice.
"C-c-carroliiiiiine. I can't breathe!"
"Are you going to behave?" Came the female voice in a calm, patient, but exasperated tone. "Because I'm leaving tonight, but when I get back you had better be on your best behavior!"
"Yes, yes! I promisssse" The strangled male voice.
Kyle tried to yell, shout for help, but he just slurred his words in a pitiful moan.
He heard the sound of something large hitting the floor. "Ric, he's waking up!" said the female voice.
"Don't try to talk yet, Kyle." A rasping voice spoke from off to his right. He turned his head…slowly…to see who it was.
The man was tall. Solid. He must have been in his late 30's or early 40's. Light brown hair. Otherwise unremarkable. He was rubbing his throat. There was a blonde woman standing behind him. Kyle tried to form a question, but instead moaned and drooled.
Sunlight streamed in through the large windows. The room was a very ornate bedroom. Expensive. Wealthy. He was in a full-size bed. He was restrained with straps.
Again Kyle tried to sit up and speak. Again his body was so sluggish it didn't work. Even the surge of fear he felt was somehow muted.
"The drug will wear off soon. Just go back to sleep and we'll talk later. You're safe here."
"My name is Alaric. And this is Caroline." Kyle saw the looks of concern on both of their faces.
With that, Kyle did feel himself growing weary. He let go and let darkness wash over him.