"I think I've been raped," Sarah (once Michael) said later that day as recovery became more apparent.
Louisa's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "You'd better tell me."
"I think it was a set-up," he said. "Karl was here with a makeup artist called Marty. We talked a little about the interview and had drinks with dinner."
"Did you start the interview?"
"I don't remember; I don't think so." Sarah rubbed her forehead. "It's all hazy. I remember feeling faint and being helped up to this room. It all goes blank after that."
"So why do you think you were raped?"
Sarah sighed. "I don't really want to tell you. I think I must have drunk to much but I didn't think I was at the time."
"Never mind, tell me what you know."
"I was so sick this morning and now I think about it. I don't remember my makeup being as heavy as it was when I saw myself in the mirror after I was sick."
"There's something else."
"Yes there is." Sarah started to cry. "My bottom was sore and there was something leaking out and running down my leb. I think it was... from a man."