Saint Or Sinner?

Thirteen

Camila's Point Of View

I knew I was awake, but my body felt heavy, like lead. I couldn't muster the energy to open my eyes.

After what felt like an eternity, I finally managed to pry them open, but the blinding light forced me to shut them down again instantly.

My head throbbed, and I slowly sat up, blinking repeatedly to adjust to the onslaught of light.

I stretched my sore muscles, a tired yawn escaping my lips. I kicked off the comforter and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, wincing as the cold tile froze my feet. I reached for my slippers, but they weren't there.

My eyes darted around the room, taking in the unfamiliar decor. This wasn't my room, I figured. Panic started to rise in my chest.

My gaze fell upon the oversize blue shirt I was wearing, clearly belonging to a male.

My mind raced back to the last thing I remembered. Luciano's face, etched in fury

"Oh my!" I gasped.

My hand flew to my mouth, a chilling dread settling in my stomach. I rushed toward the door, but it was locked.

I banged on it and yelled, but there was no response.

Had Luciano left me there after attacking the old man? Had I been kidnapped?

Terrifying thoughts flooded my mind, each one more alarming than the last.

Then, a piece of paper on the center table caught my attention. I picked it up, my brow furrowed with confusion.

'I know you're probably thinking you got kidnapped, but trust me, you're safe. There's a toothbrush in the bathroom and some outfits in the wardrobe for you to choose from.'

Could this be from Luciano? Or was this some twisted note from my imaginary kidnapper?

I put the note back on the table and walked towards the bathroom. My jaw dropped as I stepped inside. It was an enormous, opulent space, unlike any bathroom I had ever seen.

I filled the bathtub with warm water, adding a fragrant body wash I found. After brushing my teeth, I sank into the comforting warmth, letting the water soothe my aching muscles.

There were four dresses in the wardrobe; I chose a simple, short green dress that hugged my curves. I let my hair fall loose from its band and approached the door again, knocking once more. Still, no answer.

If I had been kidnapped, my abductor was certainly considerate to provide for my needs. But why would they kidnap me? I really have nothing to offer except my cozy apartment.

The word 'rape' echoed in my mind, a chilling reminder.

My heart pounded in my chest, and anxiety engulfed me. If my fears were true, I had to be ready to fight.