Alice knew she was in trouble, when she awoke naked, bound, and gagged, on a bed she didn't know.
She tried to remember: Her last cocktail had kinda tasted weird.
Nothing had been done to her yet. She expected to be raped, and, weirdly enough, she wasn't even afraid.
Fear came, when her captor appeared with a knife. She fought desperately, until she knew, she wouldn't make it.
Then she was calm. Oddly enough, getting raped on a pile of her own guts was kinda hot. If only she could have lasted longer, but her body started to shut down.