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His vision was still blurry and his head was pounding. He shook it to clear his vision so he can look around. Suddenly a Pamplona raging bull was let loose inside his head. It took a while for the dust to settle,then he started making out shapes in the room. The room was well lit, ultra clean, it was like the floor was tiled from one single tile cut to fit the floor. No grout or any form of cutting. He caught himself appreciating it softly and thought "where on earth am I?" "And where is than darn music coming from" the song was quite familiar. The soft sultry voice against piano strokes was well timed. For a moment he forgot about where he was and why his head was pounding. He was trying to figure out the artist in the song. He knew who she was but just would not grasp the name. He could see her face clearly, but somehow, the name just escaped his mind.
It was coming from a turntable, the Brinkman. He thought that flippen kidnapper has some serious taste. At the corner of his eye, he thought he noticed something that broke the porcelain-white of the floor. When he turned his head, he saw her lying down on the floor. She was facing the other way, all he saw was a killer figure and thick black hair that looked well cared for. She was breathing softly as if in deep sleep. But, his attention was on the Brinkman, "now there is something sexy, right there". How nice would it sound if the sound didn't have to bounce off the goddess. To him, she was affecting the way the sound flows around the room and spoiling his first encounter with the Brinkman. Who is this woman, why is she lying there? Does she also have a throbbing headache like him? Does she also don't know where she is. Is she part of this trick on him? Or will she think he is part of a sick trick on her? Too many questions were flooding him with no answers. He tried standing up, his legs hesitant at first. He walked slowly to the Brinkman, wondering where the speakers were, and where is the amp. All he could see was the turntable and three cables going straight into the wall.
Then a thought struck him, the turntable is manually operated, and by the looks of it, it is on the third song, someone was here just a few minutes ago. Where is he now. He thought maybe it's a she, or that she lying down. So he stopped and looked around. And that is when he saw it for the first time.....
It was coming from a turntable, the Brinkman. He thought that flippen kidnapper has some serious taste. At the corner of his eye, he thought he noticed something that broke the porcelain-white of the floor. When he turned his head, he saw her lying down on the floor. She was facing the other way, all he saw was a killer figure and thick black hair that looked well cared for. She was breathing softly as if in deep sleep. But, his attention was on the Brinkman, "now there is something sexy, right there". How nice would it sound if the sound didn't have to bounce off the goddess. To him, she was affecting the way the sound flows around the room and spoiling his first encounter with the Brinkman. Who is this woman, why is she lying there? Does she also have a throbbing headache like him? Does she also don't know where she is. Is she part of this trick on him? Or will she think he is part of a sick trick on her? Too many questions were flooding him with no answers. He tried standing up, his legs hesitant at first. He walked slowly to the Brinkman, wondering where the speakers were, and where is the amp. All he could see was the turntable and three cables going straight into the wall.
Then a thought struck him, the turntable is manually operated, and by the looks of it, it is on the third song, someone was here just a few minutes ago. Where is he now. He thought maybe it's a she, or that she lying down. So he stopped and looked around. And that is when he saw it for the first time.....
