Thread: Betrayed (Ryanmo97 and mommablackrose)

Trista awoke with a groan, feeling groggy and uncertain. Her clothes ruffled around her, she slowly opened her eyes to look around as she tried to piece together where she was and what had happened. The last thing she remembered was sealing the contract deal with Ryan and her boss and then nothing. Feeling the soft bed beneath her, she forced herself to sit up as she realized she was not at home. Panic starting to mix with confusion, she looked around at the rather nice purple room around her trying to peace together what was going on. Sitting up she took stock of herself now as she tried to remain calm. Though her body felt sluggish and tired on the verge of being sore, as though she had made a long trip, she couldnt find anything to be concerned about. No bumps, bruises, cuts or scrapes. No indication that she had been knocked out in the alleyway headed to her car or something of that nature. So how did she get her and where exactly was here? Doing her best to remain rational and calm, even though her heart felt as though it would beat out of her chest, she scooted to the edge of the bed and made her way to stand. As she did, she straightened her long black skirt. Feeling a bit warm, she pulled the navy blue dress jacket from her shoulders and laid it on the bed, leaving her in her white button up blouse, which allowed the faint lines of her lace bra underneath to show through at times if a person really looked. However she wasnt concerned of such things at the moment as she made her way slowly to the mirror of the vanity to take a look at herself. honestly in her mind she looked as drugged out as she felt. it was as though she had spent the night partying and drinking til she passed out but she wasnt one of those types of people, she didnt even drink except.... The thought made her remember a small piece more of events before her waking up here. She had been celebrating the completed deal with Ryan and David. Ryan had handed her a glass of champagne. She had drank only a little bit as they had toasted the merger but then she recalled feeling bad shortly afterwards. Holy hell, had she been drugged? Surely not. Those things only happened in movies and books and other people, not her. Why her? why would someone want to drug her? The realization slamming into her, made her suddenly feel more anxious and panicked as she quickly made her way over to the closed door nearest her to try to open it. Seeing it was locked and refused to budge, she heart began to race as it lodged in her throat. Thinking of the other door she moved quickly to it to check it. it too was locked which sealed her worry as she felt on the verge of claustrophobic at the idea of being trapped. No this couldnt be happening.... there had to be a rational explanation... Even as she tried to tell herself so her mind wouldnt listen as a feeling of dread settled into the pit of her stomach and made her ill. Trying to think of some way out she began checking the room for anything to either pry the door open or to knock the pins loos from the door hinges to maybe get out that way. But even if she didnt manage to do so, what or who would await her on the other side? Maybe escape wasnt the brightest idea until she found out what or who she was dealing with. Her Panick almost taking over she had to stop herself from beating on the door and screaming for someone to let her out. the only thing to stop her being her mind warning her, what if the person on the other side wished to hurt her? No drawing attention to herself was not the smartest idea either just yet. with that thought in mind, she did the only thing left that she could, she looked around for anything that she could use as a weapon to defend herself. granted if it came down to it she could use her stiletto heels. those things could be viscious if used in the right manner and for now it was the best weapon she had that wasnt evident of its intent as she looked and waited for what was to come next.