Numb
Part of Jel's sight came back as he could make out figures standing in front of him, all dressed in black.
He tilted his head to the side, still a little groggy from the sleep and the nightmare that he did not understand what was happening at the moment or even where he is.
"What's a pretty thing like you doing here?" He heard one man asked, barely able to make him out.
Jel looked at the man, his eyes still having something of a white film over it.
"Oh? You're blind?" The man asked, his gloved hand reaching out and touching Jel's neck, running his hands along his collarbone and at all the marks along his neck and body.
This man ... he isn't Osbert, right? I can't tell, too many smells, where is Osbert's? Where did it go?
The man whistled before laughing, "You came from First Class. Does that mean you are someone's Sugar Baby? A prostitute, perhaps?"