Slices

Riane

------ Three days ago ------

Rain pounded on the roof and battered the windows. Cold air blasted from a vent in the wall and the room was at least 55 degrees. The room was small and had red walls. It smelled of musty wood, but maintained a sort of charm. There was a mini tv across the room, resting on a night stand and there was a bathroom... wait this must be a motel room. Yes, it was.

Riane sat up in the red bed and wildly looked around. Her head was screaming in pain and it was freezing in there. She ran barefoot to the door and jiggled the handle. It was locked.

Her hands immediately went to her hair in search of a bobby pin, but to no avail.

Though the room itself was cozy, it felt like a prison. The windows were locked from the outside, as was the door. What, was this hotel made specifically for kidnappers?

Riane walked back over to the bed, but instead decided to sit on the floor and sat down smack dab in the middle of the room.

"God, why me? Like seriously." Riane grumbled. What was going to happen to her? And who had managed to get her here? Whoever it was must have some bruises from her kicking legs. She'd landed a few good blows to the mans face.

Riane smiled at the thought of that; hurting the dirty bastard who brought her here. Anger suddenly flared within her and she was on her feet within seconds, shaking with rage and fear. "Why would someone do this?" Riane asked herself, standing in the center of the room with her hands in fists.
Who was stupid enough and cruel enough to do this?
"Augh!" Riane tore the nearest object, a clock, off the wall and threw it across the room.

It slid across the floor, sending springs bouncing in different directions.

She then ran to the bed and flung the sheets over her head and tore the mattress pad off. She stood there for a moment, her face red with rage, then she marched over to the microwave and stuffed the mattress pad in there. Whoever did this to her would go through hell. That's for sure.

Riane looked around for more to destroy, when her eyes caught the nice lamp that would probably cost $700. This was good. Yes. She glanced around, as if anyone could see her. Then, she marched over to the lamp and lifted it over her head. "This is for kidnapping me you Bastard!!" She yelled, anger coursing through her and pain pounding in her head.

"Riane?"

She froze, and dread began to seep into her temper. Her eyes slowly raked the floor and crawled up the man standing in the doorway. Confusion and fear slapped her in the face and tears pushed at the edges of her eyes. A chill like the cold winds in Antarctica went down her spine and pricked her arms. His voice was like a song she'd heard long ago and never could remember the name of. His eyes were deep pools of sadness and longing. His very face stripped her of any anger she held in her heart and the soft tone in which he addressed her calmed the rushing waters of her temper. Her heart beat faster and faster every second longer her gaze swept him.

"Trojan?"