Tattoo's Are Forever

Chapter 3

Her entire body throbbed in agony from the beating she had taken. She hadn’t gotten a beating like that since she was a kid. The blanket of her semi-conscious state gave her the perfect excuse to ignore her injuries. In her half awakened state, she drifted in and out of reality as her mind strove to protect itself from the fright she had experienced.

She sank as deep as she could into the soft, warmth of the down comforter she was tucked into.

I really have to get one of these, she thought to herself.

Then she jolted.

This was not her bed!

She jerked up and yelped when her ribs screamed in protest. She pressed a hand to her side as her body throbbed. As the throbbing subsided slightly, she gazed about the unfamiliar room in amazement. The cream colored walls matched the bedding perfectly and the carpets flowed well in a light tan. The furniture was a dark, glossy wood that stood out wonderfully from the light walls. Everything was spotless and the room was without a flaw. Everything was too perfect.

This was obviously not hers. So whose room was it? And exactly where was she?

She slid out of the bed slowly and grimaced as the movement agitated her injuries, which were extensive. She knew that much without even looking. As she stepped down onto the softest carpet she had ever felt, she almost collapsed as her weakened. She leaned back on the bed as she slowly put all her weight on her feet. She straightened up slowly and took a few short steps along the side of the bed to make sure she wouldn’t fall. When she was sure she was stable, she moved away from the bed to the bathroom. Once her necessities were taken care of, she walked to the door to the room and pecked out.

Pristine white walls with abstract art greeted her. She tip-toed down the hallway, pecking into every doorway, until she found the living room and sighed. She slipped across the wide expanse and dipped down behind a couch. When she looked over the top to find the closest exit, her eyes only the black leather couches and massive flat screen TV on the mantel over the most gorgeous fireplace she had ever seen. As she stared at the fireplace, which held a roaring fire, she could just barely make out some sort of something carved into the stone. She shook her head and continued her search for an exit. She turned on the balls of her feet slowly and pressed her back to the cool leather couch. She looked around carefully before bolting to the only door she could see, which just happened to lead into the kitchen.

She sighed in irritation about the size of this house and its lack of exits. She shrugged to herself and quietly made her way over to the fridge. She opened the door slowly and withdrew a bottle of water. She stared longingly at the beer next to it but settled on being safely sober. She could drink after all this was over. After upending the bottle and draining half the water, she sighed and gasped for air. She wiped her mouth and looked around the kitchen again.

Everything was state of the art stainless steel. Everything was top of the line and expensive as hell. As her eyes moved from one expensive appliance to another, she whistled slightly. Everything about this place she was trapped in screamed money; the kind of money she would never have.

Then she mentally slapped herself for thinking about such pointless things when she didn’t even know whose house this was. She kept the water in her hand and started moving down the only hallway she saw. When she passed a door, she saw it let right back into the living room. She inspected what was behind each door before moving on to the next one. As she approached the last one, she smiled.

This has to be the way out! She thought as she reached for the handle.

But before she could touch it, the handle turned and the door flew open!