Sandra has always known the four walls around her, she doesn't remember much about anything out of the white room that has held her prisoner for almost three years, but recently Sandra has been getting strange letters from under her door. At first, the letters were very indirect, like the writer wanted to be nice but didn't know how to be. The letters came at different times of the day. Surprisingly, who ever must have put Sandra in the room gave her a mattress, a clock, and had food slid into her, she also had a bathroom and all the necessities, but never letters.
She laid on the tattered old mattress listening to the ancient clock tick, the hours seemed like years and the minutes were like days, Sandra couldn't remember her life on the outside. The last thing she does remember is the bulky like shadow following her down the narrow street, at first she didn't think much of it until she turned the corner and there stood another buff, tall man seeming as if just waiting for her to take her daily stroll around the building she calls home. The bulky shadow caught up and grabbed her from behind and the buff man infront, put a potato sack on her head, this is the moment she wished she would have listened to her friends and just got a dog.
A letter sliding under the thick mahogany door brought her back to the present. She scurried over to the letter and opened it: 'Sandra, I would like for you to be able to write back so I am going to slide a pencil under the door. Hope I can trust you. Knock twice when you are done with this letter.' Sandra put the letter down and knocked twice, the pencil slide effortlessly under the large door. Sandra began to write back: 'How do you know my name? Why am I in here?' Sandra slid the pencil and the letter back under the door. From where she sat she could hear a slightly deep chuckle from the other side. Another piece of paper and the pencil slid back under the door: 'I am the son of the man who put you in here' fear coursed through Sandra's veins like heroin 'but don't worry I am going to try to get you out. The reason you are in here is because my father wanted to find me a suitable bride, again don't worry I love another woman. Don't write back, I have to go. Till next time, Spencer.' relief soothed her aching heart. She laid back onto the barren floor next to the tattered mattress, looking up to the white ceiling, she thought of all the things she could do once she was free. She knew one thing, she was getting that dog. She wanted to feel the cool wind on her skin and the warm sun in her face, she wanted the sand in her toes and to smell the ocean breeze. She didn't want all of the materialistic stuff, but just the memories she needed.
The next morning, Sandra woke up to realize she wasn't in the same room she fell asleep in, or has been captive in for three years. This room was so much different, from pastel colored walls, to white shag carpeting, there was a bathroom and a very large bed, the old clock replaced with a newer version, her old room was as small as her bathroom in this room, and this bathroom wasn't so small. With the big shower and tub, to the marble sinks, the floors that sparkled and the walls that shined. It was as if the five years that she didn't fight it out was shown as trust. She was moving up and hopefully out. While looking around the new room she noticed a new letter by the door: 'Sandra, hope you like the new set up, wasn't easy, Spencer.' Sandra knocked twice on the pine door and waited for a response back, she waited for a few minutes, nothing. She gave up and went to take a nap on the huge bed, she laid onto the baby blue silk sheets and covered up in a fluffy dark grey duvet, she was asleep in minutes.
She awoke to a dip in the bed, she laid still, quite, faking sleep. Who ever was sitting beside her pushed a strand of hair out of her face, she could smell their minty breath on her skin. "I know you're awake." Sandra opened her eyes to see a young man with profuse black hair, blue eyes, and golden brown skin that could make anyone jealous. "I'm Spencer." he said with an earthy chuckle, his voice like the silk sheets she was laying on. Sandra laid there, speechless at sight of a human so beautiful. "Alright, let's get up, get showered and we can start this day." he said grabbing onto her hand. The feeling of another person touching her was toxic, she could have fell in love with him from him just grabbing her hand. "We?" she managed to ask. "Yes, father has tons for us to do and if we'd like for you to escape we must do what he wants." Sandra got up and made her way to the bathroom to get ready. "Dress as though it's a date." Spencer said as Sandra walks into the bathroom. She does her stuff and hurries to get dressed, she settles with a white lace short sleeved top, a peach colored knee high skirt and pairs the outfit with a pair of sandals, she puts her ginger colored hair into loose waves and walks into the room again to Spencer. "Okay, ready." she states. Spencer looks up from his phone, "Wow, you look gorgeous. Lets go, I've already picked the restaurant you can pick what we do after." He said as they walked out of the room.
After Sandra And Spencer get back from their date, they walk up the stairs to her room. "I had fun tonight, thank you." she gushed. "My pleasure." he said kissing her forehead. "Till next time, sleep well." Sandra walks into her room and gets ready for bed. She lays down and goes through the events of tonight, the restaurant that Spencer picked was elegant and italian, the food was delicious and being outside for the first time in a long time felt like she was seeing everything with new eyes. After the restaurant Sandra asked to go to the beach, so they walked on the beach for quite some time "So, can you tell me where I am?" Sandra asked. "Italy." Spencer replied. They were silent for a few minutes, only the waves crashing around them. "I've always wanted to visit Italy." Sandra praised optimistically. Seeming as if what Sandra said made Spencer euphoric she looked away. She held herself trying to warm herself up, something draped over her shoulders she looked up into Spencers eyes, he started to lean in, she could feel his warm breath on her face she dug her toes into the sand and closed her eyes. At that moment fireworks went off, separating the two. They continued their walk on the beach and made their way back to the house. That night, Spencer left the door unlocked. Sandra stayed in her room, not wanting to leave, imagining what life could be like with Spencer. She knows that he loves another, but she stays.
She emerges from her sleep with Spencer on her mind, and in her room. "I couldn't sleep last night." he states. "I brought you tea." she takes the cup of tea from him. "I broke it off with Emma." he urgently spoke. Sandra looked at him with wide eyes "Why?" she asked. "Because it wasn't fair to her if my heart doesn't fully belong to her." he said looking down. "And if you don't feel the same for me it's fine I can still help you escape." he rushed the last part out. Sandra looked down at her hands as if they were the most interesting thing in the room. "I'd like to go home. To see my friends, my family. Would they ever recognize me?" Tears start to fall down Sandra's cheeks at the promise of going home.
