As I slowly opened my eyes, the unfamiliar surroundings hit me like a ton of bricks.
The room was old, but surprisingly well-maintained, with vintage furniture and faded wallpaper.
But it was the little things that caught my attention – the clothes I wore weren't mine, and my hair was styled in a neat bun.
I sniffed, noticing the sweet scent of perfume wafting from my skin.
Panic set in as memories of my abduction flooded my mind. I tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over me, forcing me to lie back down. As I waited for the room to stop spinning, I heard the muffled sound of unintelligible words outside my door.
With newfound determination, I threw off the covers and swung my legs over the side of the bed. My feet dangled in the air, searching for a foothold. As I stood up, the room swayed again, but I grasped the bedpost, steadying myself.
I made my way to the door, I turned the handle but was met with resistance.
The door was locked!, "l'm trapped inside"
A surge of fear and adrenaline coursed through my veins as I pounded on the door,
"Help me!" I screamed.
The voices outside stopped, and an eerie silence fell over the room. I froze, my heart pounding in my chest, as I waited for a response. But none came. The silence was deafening, and I was left alone with my thoughts, I realized that I had no memory of how I got there.
The last thing I remembered was walking through the dusty streets, desperate and alone.
I had been on the run for two weeks, fleeing from the stalker who haunted my every step. My car breaking down and the theft of my purse.
A street kid had snatched my purse, leaving me with nothing. The chase had been futile, and the onlookers had merely stared, their faces a mixture of curiosity and disdain. No one had offered help, no one had cared.
I had lost all sense of hope, the thought of returning to my stalker was unthinkable, and yet, the alternative of dying on these unforgiving streets seemed equally bleak.
And then, I remembered the man. The tall, imposing figure with eyes that seemed to bore into my soul. He had moved towards me, his stride purposeful, and I had felt a shiver run down my spine. I had tried to step back, but my legs had felt heavy, as if rooted to the spot.
And then, everything had gone black.
The man's words echoed in my mind: "You're safe now. You'll never have to run again." But as I stood in this locked room, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was far from safe.