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[trenchcoatvamp]

Who: Spike
Where: Basement, Hideout
When: Oct. 15th
invited: Xander

It wasn't often that the basement came equipped with a colonial billiards table carved out of of maple.

Overall, it was a nice setup, obviously some rich-body's toy room.  Fully stocked bar. Large screen television with surround sound.  Home gym. Sweeeeet...

Even half-starved and

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from the closet

[thekeyisme]

Dawn finally woke up and discovered herself unable to move, or scream. She was in a tiny space and it was dark. She was freaking out. She calmed herself first, trying to remember everything that had happened, and then looked around as much as she could. She took in the surroundings and decided to see how she could move. Her hands had been tied behind her, close to her back pockets. She wiggled her fingers, slowly loosening the bonds enough to feel the top of her black lighter in her pocket. With two fingers, she managed, after several minutes, and numerous failed tries she was able to get the lighter in her hand. She prayed for a moment, and then lit the lighter, holding it to the bindings, and trying to block the pain of the heat of flame on her flesh. After ten minutes of this, she was able to wiggle free from the bindings, and untapped her mouth. She sat there for a moment, catching breath. She stood finally and tried to open the door and discovered it was locked.

She tried to yell, and then realized that her voice was gone.. More then likely from the screaming she had while the tape was over her mouth…

She sat for what seemed like hours, until she heard two voices.. .men, one of them sound ed like Spike, or maybe it was Xander.

Xander. He hit her… on the head.. She put a hand to her head and came back with blood on it.

Damn him. She had to find a way to make a noise to get Spike’s attention.