VIXEN Why? Why are they here? Why am I here? “Come on, baby, I’m taking you home.” ‘Home’. Where is home? Warm hands snake under my knees and back, lifting me off the fluid-soiled couch. Fingers fiddle with the chain tethering me to the wall. After a few moments, there’s a growl of frustration before the heavy metal holding me captive crumples like tin foil and falls to the floor. My neck and shoulders ache from having a weight around them for so long, like an anchor was trying to drag me down into the icy depths. The room is warm and stuffy, the added body heat radiating off this strange person turns my skin tacky with sweat. There’s talking around me, mumbles and gargled words that my brain can’t decipher. I feel us start to move and open my eyes. Everything is blurry, nothing but

