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A predicament! You don't awake in strange place, unable to see or move freely without calling it that. Why could I not remember? If I could just think harder I would surely be able to piece together my present predicament, and that must be its status now. My last (and dim) recollection, was of walking home from work at the end of a regular week. I could not actually remember the evening before at all. For a start I couldn't remember going out. there was enough to suggest that this was something entirely different. Though there were strong similarities to good nights, bad hangover. Where am I, and what the hell have I been up to, were the foremost questions on my mind. Laying comfortably on my back there was a smooth but rigid ring, which felt like a soft steel band made to fit my waist. I hoped I was at home but this did not feel like my bed and strangely my movement was restricted.

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Wherever I was, it was not light yet and I couldn't see anything through a blanket of black. My head ached, my whole body ached in fact, right down to the bones. Upon regaining consciousness it seemed I had woken from quite a night to remember.

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