James/Jill knew she was somewhere in the cool, dim interior of the warehouse loft, far from any natural sunlight, so it was hard to know what time it was. Her mouth was parched, butthat might be because she had been drugged rather than the amount of time she had slept. She knew that the woman in her male body had drugged her, but didn't really care. She briefly worried it was a sign of her growing passivity, even acceptance of her new life as Jill, then dismissed those fears as groundless. The simple fact of the matter was she had bigger fish to fry - -and like how to get unchained and find out where Jill had hid the medallion. James briefly inspected her body, but other than the dull ache of the new (and humiliating) tattoo in the small of her back, everything seemed the same. It was the same trailer park princess body with the playboy playmate proportions she had been living in, aware and mostly unaware, for the past three months. Which made her wonder what "James" had tried to change with the medallion last night -- and why it hadn't worked.
It was thoughts such as these that occupied James for the next couple hours. It wasn't until her thirst was almost unbearable and hunger had come to keep it company that she started worrying about more basic concerns like food and water. Luckily, it was just about then that a bank of fluorescent lights flickered to life above her and Rikki appeared out of the vanishing gloom with a tray balanced on one arm and a bucket in her other hand.
"Rikki, unchain me!" James pleaded, "You have to help me get out of here!"
"Oh no! That would be bad!" Rikki tittered in her creepy sing-song way, "Master said to feed and water his new pet so Rikki feeds and waters her!" With that the petite goth girl set the tray down within James' reach but made sure to not stray near enough that she could be hit or grabbed. The tray contained a one liter bottle of water, a bowl of fruit and cheese, a container of yogurt and a plastic spoon. Nothing that could help her escape.
"What about the bathroom?"James James piped up in a sudden burst of inspiration, "I have to go sooo bad!"
Rikki smirked and set down the bucket before sliding it over to James with the toe of one high heeled leather boot. "Use the bucket," Rikki began to whistle as she slinked away, singing in that irritating sing-song falsetto, "There's a hole
