the middle of a soft king sized mattress

ed softly. Her entire body throbbed. She

stopped her. Her guts twitched while her eyes spurred open. The bright morning ligh

ry features before her e

n this strange bedroom. She knew beyond any shadow of doubts that the room she was in wasn't her cottag

ning around the bedroom. It was tidy and luxurious. Hers wasn't. Again, clothes, shoes, sanitary

e? Why was h

lo

d some manwhore

. She wasn't naked. Instead, she wa

bviously not any she was aware

memory of what had happene

d to recall a lucid description of the incident in question. Cold chills

been no room for her to escape. The spiteful words of those

t drummed like battle s

t even scre

ed hands together and inflicted pain upon pain on her body with their hurt

g what was left of her dignity than throwing it to some swin

quench. The dazzling future she had once envisaged shrunk like an old rag. Befor

e above them all but h

er had s

ntle when his hands had brushed against her skin. He had borne her weight in his arms like a

ommanding to do exac

wa

c

with guns and James Bond

mever it was

e question clicked once more, where was she? Why wasn’t sh

he endless trail of questions

as she slipped away from her t

and smoky. Was that really my car? She thou

ostrils waft in the air. Something bac

was. And truthfully, the aroma of whatever the mug in the

. Her muscles ached terribly. She lo

old against the sole of her feet. She looked down to

lothes? Wait. Wh

sti

necessarily what she l

eded a

t had stopped raining though it drizzled a little. Dense de

umber of cigar butt. The room was swanky and ostentatiously designed. She looked at the mirror

ised her was that her wavy jet black hair was braided in two piggy tails. And it made

face. Her fingers were trembling as she touched the door handle. Her heart pounded h

r reasons she cou

er hands on her flat stomach while wrinkling her nose, sniffing the aroma as she

reaking starving. Whe

the echo. As she drew closer, the once mouth-watering aro

g. She matched on. She peeke

ay neater than the kitchen she beheld. T

ong row of dirty plates, chili flakes, freshly grounded black pepper, a bowl with boiled spaghetti, and eg

, the bur

black as chocolate from

ng soul was in

She whi

floor and quickly turned off the burner. She coughed as the ill smoke

Just then, her thigh collided with a stool that stood behind her. Irritated, she s

uidy

d ran off before the smoke d

htly tapping her chest to calm her racing heart. She

it was cooking mus

She questioned audibly, despe

sponded to

turned on a documentary played at its lowest volume. “Is anyone here?” She asked again, goo

hing, a pet even would do. She just needed the assurance t

n, and patiently wait for whoever brought her here. It sounded stupid but conside

ndly bumped into solid abs. She winced, scratched her fingertips on her f

up to the tall

stopped mea