Eve opened her eyes with a start, not quite sure where she was––panic forming and breaking in an instant, a long shudder left in its wake. She was at the gaijin house, she could move. Yesterday’s draining numbness, Ken’s body heavy on her, was more than mere recollection. It was physical––the imprint of vivid, unforgettable horror branded permanently on her psyche. Searching for a reason, she forced herself to relive the sensation…the enforced lethargy that had extended well beyond a lack of sensation to the legs–– a slowness to her entire being, a sense of being down a long hallway from herself. A feeling she somehow associated with extra-strength tranquilizers. If she had felt it then, she knew it now––free of its effects on her system, able to triangulate––she had been drugged.
Eve reached back, still no energy to take her past the minimum requirements of breathing. There had been no rape involved she thought, no mental or physical coercion. She had been put to sleep, simple, lain there passed out through a killing that should have roused even the most comatose…..
Eve’s gaze wandered across shoji, time-warped glass, and centered on David, sprawled out on his futon, arms half-curled around a pillow. She took in his profile as he slept, the thin line of lips curving to a delicate nose that contradicted his rough-around-the-edges demeanor, all shaggy hair and two-day stubble. He owed her nothing, there was no reason for her to stay. More to the point, how long before staying here would feel like a prison? A day at most, she thought, racking her brains––she had plenty of friends, was there anyone she could really trust? They must have a description of her, be looking for a foreign woman… a corporate executive or a teacher or––most likely in that particular neighborhood––some combination of dancer or hostess.
Eve sat up, sensing a pause in David’s breathing. He stretched and turned over, forehead bunched into a slight frown, just short of waking. Wanting more time to think, she summoned strength, pulling herself unevenly into a standing position and grabbed a damp towel from the hook on the door.