I love my bed! It's so soft and comfy and smells like roses.
Roses. No, my bed never smelt like roses, it always smelt like lavender. That's when I realized that I was not in my bed.
That's when it all came back to me. The man in the mask, the kidnapping, and my new home.
That's when I sat up and started looking around the room. It was a nice place, better than my own room at home. As I looked around all that I noticed was that it definitely screamed me.
That's when the door unlocked and started to open. Then he walked in.
He wore different mask this time it was white and it covered the right side of his face.
He walked in like he owned the place which I'm guessing he did considering that it doesn't look like a hotel and looks roomy like a home.
"I see that you have finally awoken Christine," was the first words that he said.
"I shall give you two hours Christine, to be showered and dressed for today, when I return." With that he left and he also locked the door once again.
I just sighed and laid back down again.
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Fear Can Turn To Love
FanfictionErik is lonely, very lonely. What happens when he finds a young seventeen year old, who is just as lonely as him. Fear can turn to love, right? [Modern] {Kidnap} I do not own The Phantom Of The Opera, sadly. Or anything else that I used.
