The Red Head With A Story

Chapter 4

As I awoke, I crawled around searching for something.... anything to use as a weapon or a way to escape. Nothing! Absolutely nothing in the room besides the walls, ceiling, and floor. There wasn't even a sliver of light. I kept rubbing my eyelids to check to make sure my eyes were not closed, but I still could not see a single thing.

So I waited to see what was going to happen next and I conceived a plan. I decided that once they opened that door I would pretend to be asleep and then I would make my escape. As I thought of escaping and being free once more. I also thought about the variables like the person carrying me could look like one of those champion weight lifters.

Next thing I knew the room filled with this awful smell, like the gas the doctors give before a filling or surgery, but worse. Then,................ Everything went dark.............

I woke up in a bed that was hanging three feet from the plain white floor, and my hands were handcuffed to the headboard. The sheets were silk and the color of the sheet was lavender. The aroma in the air smelled similar to a fruity perfume I used to were called So in Love. The room had a vanity that was catty cornerd on the right side of the room. The vanity was rose gold with those rustic looking lights around it. It was a rounded mirror, and the chair in front of the vanity was a rolling one that you would normally see in a classroom.

There was a floating egged shaped chair on the left side of the room in the corner , and two bean bags at the bottom of the bed frame in front of an old rustic chest. There weren't any windows so I was not able to tell where exactly I was, but this was better than that dark inescapable room. Except for the fact that I was tied up like a rabid monster, of course.

The event following was so traumatic that I wouldn't of expected that something like this could happen to me "an ordinary girl" who lived in the middle of nowhere..............