Rise and shine! thought Lizzie, as she woke, happy, and completely stress free.

Which was odd, given the events of the night before.

Not that she remembered going to the club, being bought a drink by a stranger who just wouldn’t go away, realising she’d been drugged, but being unable to fight off the stranger’s advances as they bundled her into the back of a van.

Lizzie certainly didn’t remember the six hours of intense brainwashing she’d been subjected to, whilst strapped to a cold, hard metal chair, with zero hope of escape.

No, all Lizzie remembered was that here, where she was now, that was the right place for her. That she’d had a fantastic night, and that her owners were waiting for her downstairs.

Better go make them some breakfast…. she smiled to herself. 

Maybe I can be the dessert, too…