Heir of the Forgotten

~To Slow~

The burning sensation in Selene's wrist took minutes to stop, but once it did, the small female stood with a stretch. Despite the clutter of the room, she ignores the contents, like the table, and tries to open the door. She raises an eyebrow when it opens.

She probably should have found that suspicious.

It's unlikely he didn't think she could free herself from the bindings.

However, Selene's desperate to get out of here. She's extremely desperate.

With a small sigh, she wanders down the hall. The end of the hall gets her. She grumbles, grabbing the paper clip and pen. What kind of sick-minded person has a locked exit to the hall?

There's four separate locks on the door. One of which is a pin. Figuring that out would be time-consuming.

Before she wastes time on this, she should check the other rooms. She might locate a window to jump from.

Backtracking, Selene enters the first room. It's a rather elegant restroom. How did he gain the money for something this expensive? There are fae symbols carved all over. Every appliance in the restroom has one. "Hypocrite," she hisses under breath.

Selene glances in the mirror and shivers. Her eyes are red and puffy; her hairs frizzy and knotted. She looks rather unflattering compared with her usual appearance.

Shaking her head, she looks around the walls. There are no windows. With a grumble, she turns and heads for the next door.

It's a storage closet. She finds nothing useful there. There's a few cleaning supplies, that's all. If she gets desperate enough, at least she can kill herself. She'd apologize to Dorian somehow.

Odd that he's the one on her mind right now, instead of the man she slept with.

She leaves for the next door. Two large oak doors offer her hope. There are delicate carvings of stars and moons. She touches the handle and hisses, retracting her hand. "Jackass," she snarls, bearing through the pain to swing the door open. She steps inside, and her heart hits the floor.

She backs up and shuts the door.

She takes a few breaths before she opens it again and steps through.

The room itself isn't much. However, it floods her brain with unwanted memories. Memories where she recalls lying in front of a fireplace beside Alex as he did her hair. She remembers him helping her pick outfits, decide on meals, places to go... the amount of control she'd given him. It's disgusting to think about.

What used to seem like soft memories has become her nightmare. It's obvious to her now that every action he'd taken with her was controlling. If she liked something he didn't, he used words coated in honey to lean her opinion towards what he wanted.

This room appears modeled after the living area in the den. That room comforted her when they were children.

It was a small secret place their benefactor didn't know about. It was hidden behind illusions and spells carved into the door. There were no windows here either. However, there was furniture. He'd added a couch, a table, and a vanity.

He made her sick to the stomach. Exiting the room, she exhaled. The next room was her last hope for a simple escape.

She had to pick the lock on this one, which made her hopeful.

This room was a beautiful bedroom. It looked fit for royalty. At the other end, straight across the entrance, were two beautiful stained glass windows. The two windows depicted the night sky. One depicted just the sky, while the other was a depiction of the moon's reflection in water. If things were different, she'd have smiled.