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Marcus woke up in a nice soft and most importantly [i]clean[/i] bed. This wouldn't have been strange if there was a super hot chick laying next to him but there wasn't. [color=cyan]"Shit what the heck happened?"[/color] He muttered as he wiped the crust from his eyes, his vision was still a little hazy but he could see well enough to stand and start snooping around this incredibly fancy room. The fuzziness in his vision cleared up as he stumbled into the main lounge area.

[color=cyan]"Man that must have been a wicked trip..."[/color] Marcus breathed onto his hand and held it up to his nose, [color=cyan]"What the?"[/color] he said confused that his breath didn't smell like ass. He hadn't gotten here while drunk, come to think of it he didn't know where [i]here[/i] was. He looked at the frosted windows and rubbed his forehead, [color=cyan]"Well I ain't in Kansas anymore."[/color] he chuckled under his breath and turned to face a massive television.

He'd then flick on the TV and be greeted with the message, he squint as he reads it to himself not really getting what the heck was going on. [color=cyan]"Is this some kind of a fucking prank? Painless? Comforting? Traumatizing? This is fifty different kinds of fucked, and none of them are the good kinds."[/color] Marcus picked up the remote and flicked of the TV and rub the bridge of his nose as he let out a long sigh. [color=cyan][i]This has got to be a fucking joke or something. Fuck...[/i][/color] this was nuts, he couldn't actually be on a TV show. Mainly because drugging them and kidnapping them would be highly illegal. He shook his head and headed into the kitchen, he splashed his face with water from the sink before taking a deep breath.

Then it hit him, if he'd been kidnapped then where the fuck was his car. [color=cyan]"Fuck!"[/color] Marcus yelled as he ran to the window and look out to see if his car was there, he realized it was probably useless but that didn't stop him checking twice. [color=cyan]"Gah fucking hell! What is this shit!?..."[/color] Marcus cursed before getting himself a cup of water, he had no idea where he was or why he got there, but if the message on the television wasn't a lie, then he wasn't the only one.

Marcus looked down at himself, he was still in some of his regular clothes so whoever abducted him obviously knew what they were doing, so maybe there being several other people here might not be so far fetched. [color=cyan]"Ah stuff it, heading down there couldn't make this worse could it?"[/color] He hoped he wouldn't eat his words. Marcus' preparation consisted of a quick dust off and a change of underwear and honestly he still looked fine. He didn't look like a fancy gentlemen, but he wasn't, he was just going to casually meet up with other captured people. Maybe.

And so Marcus headed out of his room making sure to remember his room number, whoever this mystery kidnapper was they were a fucking weird one. They out their captive in a real nice hotel place in the middle of some snow covered city, and they probably had done this to many people. What was their plan? [i]Rehabilitate[/i]. The word rang in his mind as he mind, what did that even mean? How could this scenario rehabilitate someone in any way what so ever?