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In the dream Eva was having the plane had taken a sharp turn straight into the side of a mountain, the large explosion within her thought only escalated by the blaring alarm that was coming from every which way. Evangeline's eyes opened wide as she found herself in an unfamiliar location; had she drank too much after work? Was this still part of a dream? Her thoughts faded back to the men that had taken her near the dumpster by her work. The bruises of their harsh handling still fresh as the woman explored her body to make sure she wasn't losing any limbs or any unspeakable events while she was knocked out.

Involuntary Eva vomited on to the cold floor in front of her, [color=fd324f][b]"I'm sorry."[/b][/color] she said out loud, embarrassed but blunt to no one in particular, she noticed the others in the room but didn't know who they were or what they wanted from her. Removing her first layer; a sweatshirt she wiped off her mouth and placed the sweater over the vomit. She would get a new one, she wasn't worried about it in the slightest. She just wanted to find out what was going on and why.