Dalia Skinner
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Dalia woke up, still in her dress, laying on a bed. It took her a moment to clear her vision. She sat up quickly. She was in what looked like an upscale apartment or hotel. It was a small room, with most of what one would need in it. Hotel, Dalia decided after a moment. She pushed herself off the bed and walked quickly to the window. She pulled the shades aside and looked out. She was at the top of, or really high up a tall building. She rolled her shoulders and head, trying to get rid of the stiffness. She paused, something felt different. About her, somehow she had changed. She wasn't sure what it was right now, but something was out of the ordinary. She took a stroll around the room, she tried the door, which was locked.
"Great," Dalia muttered to herself. She swore after a moment then went and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Dalia knew she was in trouble. The last thing she could remember was talking to that guy at the club last night, she couldn't remember his name at all. After that everything went black. She did remember him buying her a couple drinks. What they talked about she couldn't remember either. She felt like she had mentioned something about looking for her brother. God, she hoped she hadn't been raped while passed out on the bed. She shuttered at that thought. Dalia decided she'd be ready when whoever it was came back here. Now that she was awake he'd find out she wasn't nearly as helpless as she'd been the previous night.



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