Although I had won this prize of the island holiday, I wasn't looking forward to it as I always felt anxious after watching that movie where the residents believed they were survivors of a nuclear war but in reality they were clones made for their body parts.

Jack, my boyfriend of seven years (marriage phobic) was so happy that I tried to force myself to enjoy choosing clothes to pack and overfill the suitcases, just like any other eager woman who had not been on holiday for years and wanted to have the best time possible.

The hotel was very nice, our own deck, bathroom with jacuzzi, our own cocktail bar with some very peculiar drinks. We liked the 'Sex on the Beach' the best and after a few too many found ourselves out cold on the floor.

Couldn't move. Looking around I wasn't on the bedroom floor at all but strapped to a gurney. Bright light shining in my face. Gag. A man holding a scalpel..........