The Unraveling

Prologue

“What…what is this?”

A woman’s voice.

I blink slowly, over and over again, trying to get my eyes to roll back to where they’re supposed to be. I can’t see anything. I can only feel the solidity of the man who holds me and the icy, freezing floor beneath my bare skin. Am I naked?

Oh god. Please don’t let me be naked.

“Fuck,” says the man’s voice.

“What the hell is this place?” the woman asks.

My head lolls and I see sparkling high heels on the bathroom floor a few feet away, then the slender legs of the woman wearing them.

“Can we not do this right now? We need to get her to a hospital.”

“A hospital? What’s wrong with her?”

“She’s what’s wrong with her.”

“It’s not my fault,” says Arabella. “She was like this when I found her.”

“I don’t understand, I thought this girl didn’t have any money. Explain what the fuck is going on!”

“Not now , we don’t have time for this. Go call nine-nine-nine, now !”

I try to sit up, but my body feels like it’s been hit by a train.

“Deal with your whore yourself,” says the woman.

I see her shoes turn and go the other way.

“Dammit.”

The man lets go of me, and I feel my body fall onto the ground as he leaves the room.

Then I hear laughter.