What happened to me last night?! -on hold-

The morning after... but after WHAT exactly??!!

~ so yh hey guys... iv not got a clue whats gonna happen in this story... I'm just winging it to be honest. but i hope you like it and please give comments! love sky xx~

recap- he/she (I'm not sure yet :/ ) woke up in a dark, weird smelling room. there is a door leading out to a small balcony. he/she is naked and panicking. it is cold and he/she can hear a man snoring somewhere in the room and strange muffled sounds from the room next door....

As I searched the air for something, anything, I'm not sure what, the muffled sounds from next door got suddenly louder and i could almost make out a voice?...

yes there was a voice. a mans voice. it sounded hushed and worried.

i froze.

he was talking to someone. i tried to tiptoe, as silently as possible, towards the wall the voice was seeping though...

"OHHHHH" my not so hushed voice rang louder than i would of liked through the small room as i tripped over some unseen obstacle.

"DAMN!" i whispered to myself. then all was eerily silent...

"what was that??" the louder to the 2 voices said.

"what was what?" replied the other more quietly.

"that noise! didn't you hear it?"

"no. what noise? i swear your hearing things mate" chuckled the second man.

" yeah i guess your right mate... what are we gonna do with this one?" said the first man, in a more serious tone, continuing the conversation that my 'trip' had interrupted.

i tried to continue to eavesdrop on there conversation but they had moved further away from the wall and once again i could only hear there muffled movements and the loud man snoring.

after a few minuets i decided it would be safe to move off of the floor. the air was heavy in my lungs and i tried to identify what exactly was in the thick air.

i got back on my feet and, as slowly and quietly as possible, i started searching the room for the sauce of the horrid thick smelling smoke that contaminated the room.

i found nothing. until suddenly my hand whacked into a random wooden pole that was somewhere near the edge of the room. i grabbed hold of it and felt it. it has  intricate carvings all the way down it. and low down, by my thigh, it joins a mattress. it was a big wooden 4-poster bed. its the kind of thing you would find in a very expensive shop that you would admire from a distance but not have a hope of buying. 

the snoring was also louder.

the man must be asleep on the bed.

i continued to search the room, not wanting to wake up the loud man. i was still searching for the source of the smell when i came across a small box. i stubbed my toe on it and had to try and quietly hope around the unfamiliar room in pain whilst trying not to knock anything over. not the easiest thing to do believe me.