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Valerie's POV

There is the smell of disgusting alcohol, sharp and distinct. My eyelids feel weighted shut, light glowing through them in a reddish-yellow assurance that at least I haven't been dumped in a dark alley. My brain is awake now, with a primal surge of adrenaline that should carry me up to standing but cold, heavy limbs disobey. A background noise, a soft intermittent moan, comes to the forefront now as it gathers momentum, the moan relatively louder.

The shuffle of footsteps brings warm fingers that press my arm lightly. "Ah, you're awake." A pleasant voice.

I lift their chest and one of my legs shoots up, pulling the covers up, causing a cold gust of air to make it feel like I just sat in a bathtub full of ice. I am breathing hard.

Suddenly the hard breathing was deterior