Dreams are normal. Illusions are not. I know that I was not dreaming.
I had been drugged again. It must have been soaked with the chicken or in with the water.
I knew what was coming next, Maria she was going to come in and undress me and try again to have her way with me. With no success she would then yell at my dazed body, then leave.
Of course I will lay here until the drug wears off and I am back to being fully aware. Though I'm not sure if I would rather be drugged or aware of the spotlessly clean, extravagant bedroom that I have had to reside in for the last five weeks.
My name is Jasper Whitlock I am 18 and I have been kidnapped.
I suppose I should start my story from the beginning.