The gas mask had a two foot long hose hanging from the front, giving me my only air supply. After getting herself a glass of wine, she offered me a drink as well. She unscrewed the hose, so I was able to drink through a straw.
“Would you like one?” she asked.
“Please, I’m very thirsty, and it’s rather hot in here.”
I watched as she took a large tumbler and filled it half way up with wine before topping it off the rest of the way with straight vodka.
“Are you trying to get me drunk?”
“No, just feeling really good.”
She stuck in a straw and made me drink about a third of the mixture. Being cuffed like I was, there was no way to refuse her. Maybe I should be happy she was taking care of me for a change, but I felt she had something up her sleeve.
After my drink was totally gone, she s
