You woke up with a strangled groan, jolting upright and instantly regretting it due to a pounding headache. Lying back down you also realized that your mouth felt like it was packed with cotton. Only after groaning again did you realize that you’re hot, extremely hot. Cracking your eyes open, you found that you couldn’t see much through billowing clouds. A brief moment of panic over a fire cooled off when you realized that it was steam not smoke drifting around you. Sitting up again, much more slowly this time, you were confused to see that you were in a room you didn’t recognize; gleaming metal everywhere, including the walls and the low platform you’re lying on. Several vents high on the walls were steadily pumping out the steam. Everything looked and felt damp from the moisture in the air and there was an acrid scent that clung to the back of your throat. The smell briefly stirred a memory of visiting your mother in the hospital. Pushing the memory aside with a shake of your head, you forced yourself to your feet, though with more than a few wobbly half-attempts.
As you did so, you noticed just how much of your pale flesh was exposed to the hot wet air, namely all of it. Years of yo-yo dieting left you on distinctly in the fat category with very large breasts sitting atop a weighty stomach that pooled against wide hips, and every inch of your body was completely uncovered. A sudden embarrassed flash made you try to retain some decency, but you could only be marginally successful at that, and it looked like you were completely alone anyways so you let your hands fall from your body. Thoughts of hidden cameras and whatnot briefly flitted through your mind, but you grudgingly shoved them aside.
Exploring the room turned up little else; no way to stop up the vents, no obvious signs of cameras or anything, no windows, and only the hint of a door: a rectangular patch of the wall slightly sunken in compared to the rest. There didn’t seem to be any way of opening the door either, no handle, knob, button, nor hole. Pounding on the door and shouting did nothing but bruise your hand and further aggravate your apparently sore throat. Returning to the “bed” platform on the floor, you sat down again, occasionally sweeping an arm through the steam to briefly dispel some of it from your face.
With nothing else to do, you turned your focus to how you ended up…wherever you were. Straining, you managed to remember you were walking home from work, taking a shortcut through the park with your apartment building just barely visible through the trees. Then came a bright light and a loud noise, and you could almost taste the fear you had at thinking you were about to be hit by a car jumping the curb or something. Then the next thing you remember was waking up here, no flashes of jumbled images, and no sensations of pain or anything. The fear from the possibility of a car hitting you made you shiver despite the heat, so you did your best to not dwell on that memory. Focusing outward, you found that the heat was uncomfortable but not as painful as it was when you first awoke, the real issue was the smell burning in your nose.
Time passed, though you couldn’t be sure how much with no sure way of telling time. You might have dozed several times, and you got up and paced around the room as another time wasting measure. Throughout it all you could feel the annoying aspect of how your long wavy hair clung to your head and body due to a combination of sweat and the airborne humidity. As you continued to sit and walk, you couldn’t stop thinking back to that supposed car accident since there was little else to think about. You toyed with the idea that you were in an accident and now you were in a hospital, though it didn’t look like any that you knew of. You also thought maybe you were laying in a coma or dreaming after being hit. The more you thought about it, the more you thought that the light hadn’t been in the right spot for headlights, and the sound wasn’t like the grumble of a motor or the screech of tires. Following those thoughts, you were left wondering just what had happened to you.
You lost your train of thought as a loud hiss caused you to nearly jump out of your skin, as did the sudden cool breeze that sent the steam whirling about. The “door” had opened, seemingly of its own accord. You crouched back, fearful of what might lie behind, especially since it was much brighter out there than the room you were in, making everything beyond bleached out and hard to see.
“Well come on, we don’t have all day. You’re finished in there, so get out here,” a voice suddenly called out in English. There was an unmistakable edge of annoyance to the voice, but there was also something odd about the accent, though you couldn’t quite place it.
Hesitantly, you moved a few steps closer to the door, and you could see a bit of the room behind, but not much.
“Don’t make me turn on the extractor. We really have to get going now, so get moving,” the voice called with even more annoyance easily evident.
Not wanting to find out what this “extractor” was, you moved out into the other room. The clouds of steam didn’t spread past the door and you shivered as soon as you stepped through, the chill quite evident in comparison to the “sauna” before. The light was enough to blind you, making you screw your eyes shut against the glare.
“Ah, that’s better. When you are finished making that ridiculous expression, please get into the pool,” the annoyance was mostly gone, but the odd accent was still in full effect.
Easing your eyes open, you had to blink a number of times before you could see anything. You started to ask what was going on, but the words froze in your throat as you saw who was speaking.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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