Onika loves to write. It's her passion, but she's a bit of a hopeless romantic. She wants to love, and do what she loves, but everything seems a little too good to be true. Even though she's young and that she has a long way to go, that doesn't matt...
I sprung up awake, I was more alert than I actually expected. We weren't in Dubai, and I knew this. It was a mansion though. The house was huge, and it seemed like I was laying on the couch. Nobody was in the living room with me, but I knew they were around. Probably in the other room because I heard slight murmuring. I wasn't drugged or hypnotized- I simply fainted.
So much of this shit was going on. Unlike last time. It seemed like I had free will to roam around. My phone and belongings were stacked in a neat pile, sitting on the coffee table in front of me. It was silent, except for some old cartoons playing on the TV. The room had been dimly lit, but it wasn't ominous or anything.
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(LIVING ROOM)
Adjusting myself and switching over into a sitting position, I examined my outfit. I wasn't in a gown or anything, my face was free of makeup, and my blonde hair had been manipulated into a bun. Black jogging shorts and a white crop top that were my perfect size was in place of the illustrious gown that I had worn for what seemed to be a few hours before. I had no idea where I was, and why everything seemed so lax.
Some furry slippers were on my feet, and thankfully I had gotten a pedicure before all of this disaster. Blinking a little. I mustered the strength to get off of the couch, and my curiosity got the best of me as I decided to explore. That along with the fact that I was hungry- and needed something to eat.
It was then that I stood up and noticed that my gown was hanging on an open door. Walking over, I peeped inside and gasped. It seemed to be a room that was for me. These women had to be planning all of this out for months. It had everything I liked- my hobbies, clothes, decoration? There was even a bathroom that matched the same aesthetic. It was creepy as hell; but I kind of appreciated it? It had like an 80s modern theme to it, decadent luxury; something that I was exceptionally interested in.
Everything had this moody design and feel to it- things were so different, but it molded together in a way. Chaotic; trying to figure it out- but slightly peaceful and accepting at the same time. They say your room can reflect your state of mind- and maybe that's true, because this was exactly how I felt. I could see myself through the huge mirror that took up the whole wall behind the bed.
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