You awaken to find yourself lying in the bottom of a glass jar. Pushing yourself to your feet, you approached the wall of the jar, looking through at the room beyond. You start to pound and yell, demanding to be released. Nevermind the fact that the whole situation is completely insane. Your brain can't even start to comprehend the strange turn of events that have befallen you. You begin to pound harder on the glass and scream louder as you see Stacey re-enter the bedroom.
Stacey approaches the jar, a wide grin on her face that you don't like at all. You're not sure what Stacey has in mind for you next, but whatever it is, you know it's going to be hell on you. Your hands drop to your sides and you back away from her, until your bare back and buttocks press against the other side of the jar. You look up, your eyes fixing on the closed top of the jar that's holding you. You see one of Stacey's hands wrap around the jar, blocking out most of the light, then watch as the top turns above you before popping off. You squint as you look up, the light shining in through the top of the jar now, only to be quickly blotted out as Stacey leans her head forward, her face covering the opening. She's still wearing that demonic grin.
"Well, Lisa... have a nice nap?" Stacey speaks, her voice reverberating against the glass and making the jar vibrate against your backside. "I hope so, because I have such plans for you..."
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