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The last thing Kim had expected was to get knocked upon the head! In one moment she had been exploring on her own, and in the next... if she had to be honest, she could not remember anything. Only darkness.
Unexpected things had happened to her before, and bad things, too. But what about now? To have someone knock her out cold would mean they had either done it, because they wanted to get a chance to run away from her... or because they wanted her to become easier to handle.
Darkness... And, from what Kim could feel, tight space. Wherever she was, it was in a very, very small room, forcing her to hug her legs to herself. At the same time, however, she was not limited in any other way, tied up or with her mouth taped - and that had happened to her before.
There were all kinds of villains, and Kim knew they all liked to act differently towards their captives. If she was one now, whoever had her had some very strange ideas about what to do with girls they caught...
Bit by bit, she seemed to remember; things were coming back to her. When you wake up, you will hear music, and when that happens, you must dance. It was all very strange, but she had been compelled to do what the words told her - it felt like they had control over her, like they were somehow guiding her actions now.
And then, soon enough, the music came. With her heart beating a mile a minute, Kim burst out of the basket, starting to dance, and took a glance down at the basket. Had that thing really managed to hold her? She wasn’t small anymore! And she noticed something else as well; if she had been wearing her pants and shirt before, now she wore a dancer’s clothes. How odd! And all these men seemed to be looking at her at the same time!
Kim felt herself blushing, embarrassed to be in the spotlight this way, but she didn’t stop, only slowing down a bit. “Hello... Um... There’s so many of you here...”










