Greg awoke in a panic. He couldn't move or see. There was something over his mouth, preventing him from calling out. His wrists were bound and there were straps over his legs, hips, chest and forehead. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't free himself. He could barely move.
His hearing wasn't affected and he could tell that he wasn't alone. His thrashing got their attention.
"Good morning Nikki. And how are we this morning?"
Greg recognized the voice. It was Diane.
"Now don't panic. We all know your little secret and we've decided to make your little fantasy come true. Isn't that wonderful? I bet you are thrilled. Oh, cat got your tongue?" Diane couldn't help but laugh.
What the hell was going on. Why was he strapped down like this and what had then done to him?