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9 - Inmate

VALENTINA'S POV

"Mmm," I moaned into my pillow with a smile, as the sun shone on my bed. The birds were chirping by the window with a happy tune that made my smile grow even more.

I rolled over and face-planted into my pillow again before letting a big breath out. It felt like I was in heaven as I snuggled into the plush bedsheets I was sprawled in.
I turned sideways, slightly squinting open my eyes, to see a window large window with a lounge in front of it, with silk pink pillows with matching lining and a lush, green forest outside of it.

The bed I was laid in, had surrounded me with delicate curtains. My mind was fussing fussy, and I had to blink a few times to clear my head, and once I did, all my memory was restored.

This wasn't my room. I quickly got out of bed to get a better look at my surroundings, only to stumble to the floor, hissing in pain.
Looking down at my left leg to see a dark burn mark running along my lower leg, some of the skin peeling off already.
Francis and the fire!

After I had been thrown across the room, the air had been forced out of me and fire spread quickly, trapping me in a corner. My consciousness dulled and I closed my eyes, unable to keep them open but soon after I could smell him.
Through all the burning crisp air, I smelt his musky scent. And the smell overwhelmed me once I was pulled into his chest. It was then that I let myself faint. Once he was in my presence, I trusted him to keep me safe.

And now I defiantly wasn't in a hospital room.
He had taken me.

I quickly get off the floor, ignoring the burning pain in my leg. Taking a quick glance at the room I looked at the bed I was set on. It was a luxurious canopy bed, with pillars at the corners of the bed, and see-through curtains draped from the top. This wasn't my house. Turning around the rest of the room, there were three doors. Two were placed next to each other and another was on another wall and looked to be the main door.

I walked to it, turning the handle but it clicks, meaning that I was trapped in there.
A plan was forming in my mind quickly. If he thought that he could take advantage of me, he thought too highly of himself.

I wasn't a psychologist anymore, I was Valentina Rider and I refused to let myself be kidnapped by one of my clients whom I thought I had gained the trust of.

Before I checked any of the doors I pushed the window open, letting all the air outside and into the room, to make it seem like I had jumped out the window.

I strode to the two doors that were side by side, opening the left one first. I gasped as a full marble bathroom was revealed to me. There were twin sinks and a wide mirror above them, and to each side, a waterfall shower, and a bathtub, carved into the floor. And out of all of it, nowhere to hide.

I ran to the next room and scoped out the place. It was a walk-in wardrobe and probably bigger than my apartment bedroom. Walking past the racks of clothing, there were blazers, dress shirts, dresses, and clothes for any type of event. The wardrobes were nailed to the walls, circling me in the room and a glazed cabinet in the middle showcased a variety of expensive-looking jewellery.

And that's when I heard the door to the room creak open and a muffled sigh. There were heavy footsteps around the room, probably belonging to 3 or 4 people, before I heard a commanding yell and the people rushed out of the room again, door banging behind them.

I smiled to myself and let out a quiet sigh of held breath but paused as I heard another pair of footsteps start to walk around the room again.
Without thinking, I slid into a small cabinet, leaving the door only slightly ajar to hear the sounds of the outside. He couldn't know that I was still here.