Who: Vanessa and [open] When: around 6:00 A.M. Where: Vanessa's room/Hallway
Oh. My. God. What a fucking hell of a night. Admittedly, this wasn’t the first time Vanessa had absolutely no clue where she woke, and she honestly didn’t care. Yet. She probably had fucked some guy, went with him to his place, hopefully screwed over his relationship because seducing them when they already were engaged with someone was way more fun, and her fingers already prickled impatiently because the urge to steal anything from this guy was overwhelming. It didn’t matter what it was, at all, but hopefully this loser needed it.
But what the fuck was up with her headache? She sighed silently, trying to change her position underneath the warm blankets and finding herself nearly unable to do so, sending slight waves of panic right through her body while she tried skimming through all the possibilities that hit her head first. Did someone drug her? Did some asshole drug her and fuck her?
This thought evoked a weird mix of panic and excitement, while her mind continued going crazy on all the possibilities and what they potentially could mean to her, switching between the disgusting thought of having been taken advantage of, which was what she did to them, and the absolutely dope realization that this would gain her an immense amount of victim points which she didn’t even need to lie for. Strangely enough, she wasn’t even afraid of her potential attacker, surely he wouldn’t kill her, she was way too hot for that. Also, bad things always turned out in her favour. Like seriously, she would destroy this jerk.
Her mind didn’t stop there, searching for potential ways she could mess with whoever had done that to her instead of actually trying to figure out what the hell was going on, or if she even had been drugged and abducted in the first place. Chances were, she just had a really bad hangover. She didn’t do drugs though, because they would mess with her effort to always control those around her, and a clear mind was a significant requirement for staying on top of those plebs. Well, technically, alcohol was a drug, too, but alcohol didn’t count, obviously.
She sighed again, managing to open her eyes just a tiny bit before closing them again, deciding that this definitely didn’t feel like the usual hangovers she normally experienced, supporting that drugged and fucked theory she low-key hoped to be true while denying herself to even grasp the actual truth of what having been raped would even mean to her. In this stage, it still was nothing but a possibility almost out of the blue, and facing possible consequences was nothing Vanessa was used to in any way. Years of pretending that people had done all kinds of things to her had turned her pretty ignorant regarding the actual meaning of those things.
For a little bit longer, she lingered in her thoughts of what this all could actually mean, trying to decide if she should just wait for anything to happen, like someone bringing her breakfast, because this obviously was what a man that had drugged and abused her would do afterwards, but on the other hand, she needed to pee badly. It was tempting to just wait and snap at whoever the hell would show up at this bed that was obviously not hers, trying to blame them for the condition of hers she didn’t even know what it exactly was, but her bladder had other plans, and thus, Vanessa finally attempted to lift her body up into a sitting position, and failed miserably. At this point, even her mostly still fearless brain gifted her with a high adrenaline dosage and her eyes opened in an instant, taking in their blurry surroundings while she let out a high-pitched moan of surprise. This room was fucking GORGEOUS!
There were golden ornaments everywhere, and many mirrors, and this bed! It looked like straight from a movie castle, and for a short moment, Vanessa felt very content to lie inside of it, because obviously someone had known where to take her, and how to treat her. Was she in some kind of hotel? Not that she had ever seen such a luxurious hotel room before, and she had been to many luxurious hotel rooms in her life. The guy who had taken her here must be very wealthy, as she would never pay for a hotel room herself. A grin settled down on Vanessa’s lips, realizing that she had managed to squeeze this amount of money out of someone, no matter if he had drugged her or not, because obviously if he had drugged her, that would mean even more money. Fuck that, even if he didn’t that would mean more money. There was no way she would let an opportunity like that slip away. This guy better was out bringing her breakfast right now.
In an attempt to arrogantly flip through her hair, even though there was no one around to witness her body move of superiority, she caught a glimpse on what she was wearing, which immediately brought all of her excited thoughts to falter. And there was something else. She shrieked when the arm she just had lifted was pulled back by some sort of medical application, and her eyes widened in shock when she realized that this was absolutely not what would be happening inside a fancy hotel room, crushing her dreams of milking a rich bastard in an instant.
A fucking hospital gown?! Like, she would never humiliate herself into some gross kinky role-play like THAT. So she was dealing with a fucking weirdo who had even stuck her arm into that medical ...thing and probably had been jerking off to that sight?! EWWWW!
At this point, the whole subject of possible rape got a little bit more real and thus, more horrifying, but her main feeling regarding this absolutely weird set-up was an intense indignation of how someone could DARE to set her up like this. And a tiny part of her enjoyed even that. She had lost the ability to really distinguish her real feelings from her dramatic overreactions long ago, just so she could be able to use any of her experiences to turn them in some kind of benefit and to deny herself to deal with any sort of loss of control. So as much as she was DISGUSTED by this whole thing, she looked forward to someone having to explain to her what this bullshit meant.
Also, where the fuck was her phone?! Not on the nightstand! She seriously needed to check her instagram, and the realization of her phone being missing turned out to be the most concerning matter. It wasn’t about the monetary value, her daddy bought her new phones almost monthly, but it was about her fucking instagram. She needed to tell her followers what she was going through right now! She could also do something smart like calling the police, but bitch please, that could wait.
She sighed dramatically, glaring at her arm in disgust. She could pull that thing out of her own, sure, but who the hell did they think she were?! This would hurt and make her BLEED. She shouldn’t be responsible to do this kind of thing, that fucking perv who had probably fucked her with that thing inside her arm should do it. She couldn’t stand up like that! If that was a hotel after all, and this fucking creep had managed to bring all this stuff inside this room, someone may hear her, and then help her like they damn should. Her daddy would sue this hotel, THAT was for sure! It was an audacity that this was even happening.
Vanessa didn’t wait long. Fired up by her own persuasions of how utterly impertinent this situation was, she started screaming. Loudly. Hysterically. Sharply. Sounding like she was being tortured and in massive distress, which was not even slightly true. She seriously couldn't wait to snap at someone.