[ waking up to a new place hadn't been disorienting, exactly, but it hadn't been pleasant. being subdued by a nurse that was stronger than she was (a feat in and of itself), annie had found herself thoroughly examined and put through an orientation that had culminated in a train ride through the city as if it were a monorail moving through disneyland. the sights, the sounds, the impression all led her to believe that she were back on the island, but she was lacking the diamond necklace that had served as a reminder that she'd needed to have sex every two weeks or die.

she was also missing her family.]

➥ [find annie at orientation as she watches the demonstration with an unimpressed look on her face or be stuck in a room with her for that fateful half hour.]

OR
➥ [sit next to annie on the train as she takes in the sights and watches the submissives interact with their dominants on the train.]

[dressed in a navy skirt, and blazer, cream blouse, and tan heels with a distinctive red sole, annie had found herself drawn to the hall in the same manner that everyone else had.

without interest in the life-like dolls, she'd nevertheless taken too long a look at the ones that resembled the famous people back home and one that reminded her of an ex. this was, without a doubt, far more concerning than the things she'd put up with on amat. at least the island hadn't recreated sex dolls in the likeness of her friends. this? this was too much.]

Pardon me. [she bumped into someone, putting a hand up as she chewed the last bite of the cookie she'd been given. as soon as she caught sight of the person she'd accidentally run into, she felt her nipples tighten underneath the lace bra she was wearing and her panties get damp between her thighs.] I hope I didn't leave a bruise.

[this time, at least.]

[leave your own starter, i'll play along!]