Stained Angel 🔞 | The Originals (On hiatus)

4: Tea

Elisse Madison

Elisse released a soft whimper; her head is aching so bad. She moved on the soft mattress of the bed and flutters her eyes open. She looked around; nothing is familiar. She lifted herself from the bed to look for something to give her a clue where she is but nothing seems to ring a bell.

She once woke up in Vincent's penthouse but none of this look like that. She cannot even remember how she passed out last night. She touched her forehead and saw a pitcher with cold water in it on the other side of the room. She gets up from the bed to get herself a glass of it. Her dry throat finally relieved with that cold glass of water but she froze when she saw a vast horizon of the ocean from the window.

Where is she?

She looked at herself and she is still on this white dress from her engagement party with Vincent. If she is with him, she won't be waking up in this same dress. She made her way to the door to open it but it is locked. She turned the knob again but it's not opening up.

"Hello?" She called, banging the door with her fist. "Anyone there? Cub, are you there?" She called again but she is answered by silence.

"Vincent? The door's lock, baby. Can you open it for me?" She called again but there was no answer. Her chest started to thump crazily. She walked to the window to open it, peeking through the metal railings but none of this place seems familiar to her.

She released a huff, trying not to panic. She is trying to remember what happened last night. She started pacing around the room, her fingers combing her long blonde hair as she tries to remember but she just can't. The last memory she has is being kissed by the love of her life against that wall and walks through the hallway to get in the bathroom. She was drunk last night. She can't even remember how she managed walking in that citrus-scented bathroom.

But she flinched when a memory flashed in her head. A blackout. She remembered that the lights went out. And then—a pair of hands around her. A handkerchief against her face.

Oh, no.

She lost all her strength and dropped herself on that carpeted floor. She looked around again. None of these are familiar because she was never here before. If this is a hotel, she will see a phone on that side table with the hotel's menu for any kind of room of service request. But there's none. She gets up from the floor and walked towards the door again; banging it with her fists this time.

"Hey! Is there somebody in there? Please! I—I am locked up in here! Somebody, please!" She shouted. She cannot even help not to release a soft sob as she continues to bang the door. She reached for the door knob but it's still locked.

"Please—let me out." She said again but leaned her head against the door.

The building lump in her throat is gradually becoming a sob. Please, let this be just a horrible nightmare. Or a very bad prank. She would rather find out that her fiancé took her somewhere to let them spend more time with each other before she goes overseas for her work. She wiped her tears, convincing herself.

Yeah, that's it. Don't get ahead of yourself, Elisse. You are fine. You aren't abducted. She cleared her throat and walked to the bathroom to look at herself. She has to clean up first before Vincent goes back. She washed her face and removed her make up. She used that clean white towel prepared for her. When she finished, she once again looked around the room. If Vincent took them on a vacation, there might be a duffle bag somewhere. He for sure prepared what she needed for this.

But there isn't anything. She touched her forehead and continues to look around. No, she doesn't want to think that she is abducted. This doesn't look like an abduction. She must be tied in ropes, or her foot has chains on them – or she should be in a dark alley or anything. An abandoned dirty house from nowhere.