She blinked raising her hands to her face. They were still there.
The ceiling swam in and out of focus. White, with those strange strips of recessed light that didn't glow like normal bulbs. They buzzed faintly, like angry flies trapped inside glass.
Had she fallen asleep? No. It felt deeper than that.
Her mouth tasted like metal. Her throat, dry.
She tried to sit up but couldn't. Her body responded in pieces. Her shoulder first, then her hip. But everything else felt like it had been poured full of wet sand.
She swallowed hard, but it hurt going down.
That's when she heard laughter. It sounded low and muffled, but definitely laughter.
Her head rolled to the side, unwillingly. Her eyes tried to focus on the movement across the room.
There were people.
No... boys. Young. Dressed in nothing but tight briefs, each in different colors. They weren't dancing, not quite.
They were grinding. Moving against seated women who were laughing and recording with their phones.
