Jasper's POV

My head hurt so bad like I was waking up after having a really bad concussion or what I thought it would feel like if I was really drunk or high...drugs... my memory was coming back in pieces. I remembered walking home and then a van, pain, and a pinch on my neck, then nothing.

Slowing things around me became clearer. I was in some room, not my own or Alice's. It was a bit small and in reds and blues. I could tell I was on a very soft bed under sheets and blankets that were just as soft and that my clothes had been somehow changed.

I didn't know what I was doing here or where I even was. But I had a gut feeling it was not good. I wasn't tied to the bed so I started to get up off the bed but a wave of dizziness came over from trying to get up too fast.

I tried it again but slower and was successful. Now it was time to get out of here, I had to try to find some way to get out of here. Out of the crazy situation that I was suddenly placed in.

~FTW~

3rd person POV

Jasper spent 2 hours trying unsuccessfully to find a way out of the room but the door was locked tightly and there was no other places of entrance, no more doors, no windows and nothing to break in order for him to try to break down the door. He tried to break the bed but it wouldn't budge not to mention he was still a little weak from the drugs.

Meanwhile one of the two women who payed to get him here watched as he struggled to escape the room she meticulously made up for him in particular. She knew that right at this moment he was not approachable so she would wait a few days. Make sure he had meals and liquids but no other contact yet.

The other women of the two was on her way to pick up her prize in the form of one unconscious Peter Whitlock.