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I wasn’t quite
sure when I woke up. Somewhere along the way, the whiteness turned to darkness,
and then there were sensations. I felt warmth, warmth to the point of
discomfort. The scratchiness of the blanket. I could feel the aching tingling
sensation in my toes and fingers as they warmed up. And there was this
heaviness on top of me. At first, I thought it was because my limbs were
asleep, but then I realized that it was because there was somebody on top of
me. No, scratch that, there were several people on top of me. They were laying
stock still, the only movement coming from the breathing that tickled my neck.
And I could feel someone’s lips right above my collarbone.
I didn’t really
understand what happened. I slowly opened my lead eyelids to try to see.
Someone must’ve taken off my glasses, or they fell off because I couldn’t see
anything at all. I let my eyes close again.
“What happened?”
I tried asking, but I guess it came out as murmuring because nobody answered.
“Can you
understand me?” This time I could hear the slurred words, and how nonsensical
it sounded.
I tried
enunciating every syllable. “Can someone give me my glasses at least?” No
answer again. One of the people shifted, and now there were two pair of lips on
my neck. I breathed in as deeply as I could.
“Who is kissing
my neck?” I asked, and although I could hear the slurring, it actually sounded
like words.
There was a
bustle of movement, and the heaviness I felt was immediately lifted (as well as
the feeling of people kissing my neck). I opened my eyes again, and forced them
to stay open.
A sudden affront
of voices asked me questions. Through the snippets, I could hear Heathcliff’s
loud, overly dramatic lamentations over how he would’ve suffered if I hadn’t
woken up; Dennis was scolding me for how stupid I was not to say anything if I
was feeling bad; Charlie was asking me how I felt, and whether I felt like I
needed to sleep or if I felt cold. Something brushed against my face close to
my eyes, and I flinched, closing my eyes. It settled on the bridge of my nose,
and when I opened my eyes again, I could see clearly. I turned my head
slightly, and saw Wolfgang sitting there, gazing at me intensely. Not sure
whether I should match his gaze or not, I looked away.
I slowly started
to sit up. “How did you guys get in here—“
There was a
unified yelp, and all of the guys quickly turned away. All of them except for
Charlie were blushing, but even Charlie looked embarrassed. The blanket slipped
down, and I felt a sudden rush of cold air. I saw the pile of clothes in the
corner, and it all clicked.
“Who the hell
stripped me?” I screamed, and I pulled the blanket around myself to cover my
now obvious nakedness.
Dennis shifted a
bit on his feet, and then answered with a meek, “Me.”
I scowled at the
guys. “You all have a lot of explaining to do,” I muttered darkly. I reached
over to the pile of my clothes, and felt that everything was still damp. I
looked over to the cellblock door, where the guard was facing away.
“If any of you
turn around, I will kill you,” I said to the guys, and I started changing into
my clothes. It was difficult, with the wet fabric sticking to my skin and
refusing to budge to where it was supposed to go. I didn’t even bother putting
on the suit.
My head was still
feeling a little fuzzy, and my limbs felt a little disconnected, but there was
a surge of adrenaline rushing through me. Maybe from the blank out, maybe from
finding out what had happened when I was asleep. Or maybe from everything that
happened with...with Kent.
After I was done,
the guys were standing there, backs turned to me, fidgeting. I sighed. “I’m
done,” I said, and they slowly turned back to face me. Dennis was refusing to
make eye contact with me, and the others looked nervous as well.
I stared at all
of them. “Now then, can I get an explanation here?”
All of the guys
started babbling, something about a movie, ice fishing, hypothermia, guard...
The door of the
room slammed open. We all jumped and faced the entrance of the cell, where the
guard was entering, holding a flask. “See, she’s perfectly fine,” grumbled he
said. “Didn’t need to make all that fuss.”
He wasn’t drunk,
but he was obviously not in his peak condition. A little alcohol can go a long
way if you’re tired, and that’s definitely what was happening here.
“Did you let them
in here?” I asked him.
“Yeah, but only
‘cause they insisted,” he replied. He waved the flask. “This was just a little
bonus.”
I looked over to
the cell next to me, and gestured with a little nod. “I think you should
probably put them back in there, or else it’ll look bad on you if the Dragon
comes in and sees you’ve been allowing the prisoners to move freely.”
He blinked a bit,
and then grimaced. “Didn’t think of that,” he muttered. He clumsily put the key in the lock of
my cell. “Better come with me now, you lot,” he said gesturing towards the
guys.
As he was
unlocking the door, I inched myself closer and closer, ever so slightly
crouching. When the door swung open, I jumped forward and socked him right on
the temple.
I wasn’t feeling
a hundred percent, and I could feel the punch was weaker and more uncontrolled
than usual. However, it seemed to do the trick: the guard was on the ground,
looking dazed. For good measure, I knelt down and punched him again on the
other temple. He was out for the count then.
“Someone grab my
suit,” I said, extending my hand out behind me so that I could keep a close eye
on the guard. There was no movement. “My suit!” I yelled, and the guys
scrambled behind me. I felt the wet fabric in my hand, and I quickly knelt
down. I grabbed the guard’s arms, and put them behind his back.
I started tying
the suit around his wrists, when Heathcliff protested, “We can’t do this, I
told him that we wouldn’t do anything after I gave him the brandy! It was on my
code too!”
“You might’ve
made that promise, Heathcliff,” I said, knotting the suit twice around the
guard’s wrist, “but I didn’t. And I’m not a gentleman, so I’m exempt.”
“I didn’t mean to
infer you were anything but a lady,” said Heathcliff, and I cut him off before
he could say anymore.
“Did someone grab
the keys?” I asked, and Charlie bent down. He unhooked something off of the
guard’s belt.
“These ones?” he
asked.
“Perfect. Dennis,
Heathcliff, Wolfgang, help me drag this guy into the cell.” I grabbed the
guard’s arms, and the others grabbed his feet and torso. Together, we lifted
him into the cell. We stepped out, and Charlie locked the cell door.
The adrenaline
that had been pulsing through me suddenly rushed out. I felt tired, and
slightly cold from the damp clothing I was wearing.
“Well then,” I
said, looking at all of them. “What next?”
