I wake up, just as surprisingly as before, yet loopy. Before I can even open my eyes, I'm rudely greeted with a sharp sting on my forehead. I reach my hand up to my head, expecting to feel blood but instead feeling a soft gauze wound tightly around my head. I slowly open my eyes, expecting the dark cellar. I almost gasp at where I am.
I look around and gape at the most extravagant room I've ever seen. Ivory bedposts outline a maroon colored bed with a large amount of pillows.
Who needs this many pillows?
I look to the small window. It's really the only thing off about this room. It's abnormally small, so small that I couldn't fit my head through, much less my full body. Standing up, I head to the large chestnut door. I click the door open. SKREEK the door creaks and I shudder, trying to mask the sound. I hear someone talking outside, presumably my captors.
"Hello master. Ragnar is here to see you"
A man lets out a frustrated groan.
"Tell him I have.. matters to attend to. Now get out of my sight!" I hear scurrying footsteps. Then the groaning man steps closer. I back away, a shiver rolling down my spine as I think,
Am I the 'matters' he was referring to? I hop back on the bed just as he enters the room. I brace my self for the thug who captured me. turning to face him, and-
He's gorgeous!
As he looks at me, I see his burgundy eyes, strong jawline, and messy hair.
Moving down, I see a thick large coat the color of midnight. He has simple jeans on, and no shoes. He stares into my soul,
And I scream.
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Lost
FantasyYoung Beth wakes up, in unfamiliar surroundings. She knows nothing. How will she get out, and who put her here? Read on her escape, her misadvantage, and beyond in my book, lost.
