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!ikOpDWm3h. 07/28/11(Thu)22:55 No.28157698Berry woke, like she usually does, with a massive hangover and no real idea of where she was. She was aware of a subtle breeze flowing over her, she smiled and began to roll over to a more comfortable position. Only to realize she was pinned. Her legs were all bound and her head was as well. Her eyes shot open to reveal, among a fresh burst of agony in her brain, a ceiling fan slowly lopping air over her. A roll of office chair wheels caused a figure to come into her slowly focusing vision. "Ah, good your awake." The stallion chuckled. "I know it may not seem like it right now, but I am here to help. Over the next few weeks, you are going to detox the alcohol out of your system." The restraints shook against their anchors. "Now, I wouldn't recommend doing that, screaming won't work either, not only are we in a soundproof room, but the authorities wouldn't come to your aid even if they could. Now, as I was sayin-" 'WHAT KIND OF TWISTED BASTARD ARE YOU!? I HAVE A FOAL WHO NEEDS ME OUT THERE!' Berry screeched, and immediately regretted it, as her vision blurred from the near migraine she was feeling.
"I know that, and do you think she wants to live her life knowing she will at some point, bury you?" The strap over her head loosened allowing her to get a better look around the makeshift hospital in the abandoned building, next to her stood an I.V. bag, its line attached to her front leg. "It's going to help you keep you hydrated, but i am sure a glass of water will help you at the moment." A glass was levitated to her face, she accepted the water and coughed slightly as her dry throat greedily accepted the moisture.
The stallion again showed himself in her vision. "Unfortunately, I cannot undo the straps around your legs, it's more for your own safety, detox is a terrible thing to go through. You are going to convulse, see things that may not be there, and feel like you want to die. But know this, you are going to make i-" Berry spat on his face |
