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Stephanie opened her eyes with a groan. She blinked, trying to make sense of her surroundings. Her head was swimming and her limbs felt heavy. Some of her long hair had fallen across her face like a brown curtain. She jerked her chin to flip it away.
She realized she was sitting on a hard surface. She patted the area around her with her hand. It was smooth and cool to the touch. A bottle of water and what appeared to be a protein shake sat a few feet away. She looked up, a wave of dizziness threatening to overwhelm her. She gritted her teeth and forced herself to remain conscious.
She was in what appeared to be a decent sized, empty warehouse. A few dim bulbs shone from the rafters high above, leaving most of the area in shadow. The large doors by the loading dock were closed. A whit
