Part 2: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/12938753/

Augh, how much had she had to drink last night? Jennifer's head felt like a blender - as though razor sharp blades were slowly making milkshake out of her brains. She groaned quietly, her arms were heavy as cement bags as she pulled them up to rub the sleep out of her eyes. There was a shadow in the dim corners of her subconscious, even as she was waking up it didn't take -too- long for Jenny to realise one very important fact. She didn't go drinking last night! Groggily her mind raced to find any recollection of why she had such a hangover. As her eyelids cracked open Jenny arrived at the second very important conclusion of the morning.

This wasn't her room.

It wasn't even her bed! Trying to shake the taste of vomit from her mouth she slowly pulled herself up, rough sheets falling away over her. "W-where am I?!"

Around her she was greeted by four plain, dull purple walls. Her bed as an indent in one of them, in the others there looked to be a tap, a toilet and a table. There was nothing else. Her voice echoed around the cell, creepily drifting back to her as the promise of grim disaster.

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