For a moment, I thought I was at home, but when I opened my eyes and got used to the gloom, I didn’t recognise anything. I lay there for a few seconds, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to remember what had happened. The bar. I’d been drinking in some bar on the high-street. Someone must have slipped something in my drink. The sound of my pulse was suddenly deafening. Hysteria threatened and I tried to think my way through it. I jumped out of bed and looked down at myself. I was still wearing the blue lycra mini-dress I’d gone out in. Had someone… Had someone raped me? My underwear was still intact. I didn’t feel like I’d had sex. But how could I know for sure? My high heels had been placed next to the folding camp-bed I’d been lying on. I thought about putting them on, but they wouldn’t be much use if I had to run. Where was I? Light trickled into the room through a single window – I was finding it easier to see by the minute. The place was some sort of shack – wooden walls, cold and draughty.
