Mandy struggled to open her eyes. Her eyelids felt heavy. She tried to move but it felt like her hands and feet were bound. With a mighty effort, she finally managed to snap her eyes open.
Looking around the room, she realised she had been there before. With football flags on the wall and trophies on the bookcase, she knew this was Damon McNally’s room.
What the hell was she doing here? The last thing she remembered was partying with the gang down the beach after the footy game.
With a quick turn of her head, she knew she was bound for real. And another thing, she was naked. “Oh, God,” she murmured, wondering if her drink had been spiked. Her head was pounding.