Sasha Richards
Unlike the others, Sasha didn't come around until the screen had already popped up. Her eyes, not adjusted to the vivid glare from the words scrolling on the screen, squinted and protested at the sudden flood of light. Sasha brushed her hair away from her face and managed to catch the basic idea of what she was being told. She was being kept in a facility...underground...because of what she had done... It took a while, but as soon as her bodily systems had finished the waking up process, the enormity of the situation she was in hit her like a cold bucket of water. Shock immediately ensued and she hopped up to her feet, albeit shakily, and took in her surroundings. Four silver walls, one with a door. What?! Sasha began to pace, the thought of being so far away from any life rocking her to her core and throwing her into a panic. Shit..shit...shit... Sasha was so busy pacing, hands buried into her thick hair at the side of her head, that she didn't notice the door swing open with a mechanical 'woosh' of the mechanisms until a few people passed it, one of them shouting something.
Think Sasha think...where were we....? That's it! The last conscious memory that Sasha had been able to hold on to was of the fact that she had been with a client when she passed out. She had been draped on the sofa, her dress cascading in a silvery satin sheet around her slim frame, sipping a tall glass of champagne, when she had begun to feel faint and whoozy. She remembered her female client kneeling on the floor in front of her, her slender fingers brushing along her cheekbones and whispering "I'm sorry..." over and over. That bitch! It was her that had put her here! But that screen said their captor was male...hmm..
Eventually, Sasha regained enough resolve to step foot out of her confines. She poked her head out of the door and scanned the hallway. There were lots of other rooms like hers, some of them empty, and looking in the direction that the others had fled, there was another room. Must be communal... Sasha thought to herself. Building up a facade that she was tough and strong, Sasha gracefully padded down the hallway, her ears listening for the slightest of sounds. Upon entering the large room, she saw all of the people that had fled past her door, besides one. The blonde lady. I wonder where she is... Sasha rubbed her arms, feeling suddenly exposed and self conscious, and decided that she'd retreat to the bathroom to wash her face. That might make her feel a bit more human. The young woman scooted around the edge of the room, begging that no-one would notice her, and ducked into the bathroom as soon as she got there. "Oh!" she cried out as she almost ran into the distraught blonde lady. The woman looked stricken and frightened. "Hey, sssh are you okay?" Sasha crooned, holding her hands up like she was talking to a defensive wild animal. "What's going on? Why are we here?" She asked, hoping that she was dreaming and this woman would disappear in a cloud of butterflies or something like her other dreams.
Unlike the others, Sasha didn't come around until the screen had already popped up. Her eyes, not adjusted to the vivid glare from the words scrolling on the screen, squinted and protested at the sudden flood of light. Sasha brushed her hair away from her face and managed to catch the basic idea of what she was being told. She was being kept in a facility...underground...because of what she had done... It took a while, but as soon as her bodily systems had finished the waking up process, the enormity of the situation she was in hit her like a cold bucket of water. Shock immediately ensued and she hopped up to her feet, albeit shakily, and took in her surroundings. Four silver walls, one with a door. What?! Sasha began to pace, the thought of being so far away from any life rocking her to her core and throwing her into a panic. Shit..shit...shit... Sasha was so busy pacing, hands buried into her thick hair at the side of her head, that she didn't notice the door swing open with a mechanical 'woosh' of the mechanisms until a few people passed it, one of them shouting something.
Think Sasha think...where were we....? That's it! The last conscious memory that Sasha had been able to hold on to was of the fact that she had been with a client when she passed out. She had been draped on the sofa, her dress cascading in a silvery satin sheet around her slim frame, sipping a tall glass of champagne, when she had begun to feel faint and whoozy. She remembered her female client kneeling on the floor in front of her, her slender fingers brushing along her cheekbones and whispering "I'm sorry..." over and over. That bitch! It was her that had put her here! But that screen said their captor was male...hmm..
Eventually, Sasha regained enough resolve to step foot out of her confines. She poked her head out of the door and scanned the hallway. There were lots of other rooms like hers, some of them empty, and looking in the direction that the others had fled, there was another room. Must be communal... Sasha thought to herself. Building up a facade that she was tough and strong, Sasha gracefully padded down the hallway, her ears listening for the slightest of sounds. Upon entering the large room, she saw all of the people that had fled past her door, besides one. The blonde lady. I wonder where she is... Sasha rubbed her arms, feeling suddenly exposed and self conscious, and decided that she'd retreat to the bathroom to wash her face. That might make her feel a bit more human. The young woman scooted around the edge of the room, begging that no-one would notice her, and ducked into the bathroom as soon as she got there. "Oh!" she cried out as she almost ran into the distraught blonde lady. The woman looked stricken and frightened. "Hey, sssh are you okay?" Sasha crooned, holding her hands up like she was talking to a defensive wild animal. "What's going on? Why are we here?" She asked, hoping that she was dreaming and this woman would disappear in a cloud of butterflies or something like her other dreams.