When Vicki opened her eyes, an intimidating brightness welcomed her. Everything was too bright. Too piercing...as if laser beams were focused directly in her eyes. Any effort to raise her head or any other part of her body was welcomed with the resistant tug of fibre against her limbs and forehead. Did she really drink that much last night? The last thing she could remember was heading back to her hotel room with....um...what was his name...Keith? Kalvin?.. They had met in a pub downtown Dubai and she thought he was cute...a decade younger, but quite appealing. She must have had one too many cocktails because now she had a strange headache and felt as if she had just travelled through a black hole. Again she tried to sit up, this time, she was not only greeted by the pinch of restraints, but by luminous green eyes staring down at her. They were slitted like a snake and set into the head of a figure made entirely of porcelain.
