I had not realised I fell asleep.
I rubbed my neck as a sat up from a cosy double bed, it had lilac covers and sheets, and black fluffy pillows.
As I looked around, I realised this wasn't my bedroom, I could not recognize any of pictures on the wall, or the furniture that sat around the dark room. I then realised, I hadn't made it home safely last night, For what felt like a dream, surely was not, I had this reassurance due to the pain in my neck and the scars, bruises and blisters all over my body.
I shifted my body over the the edge of the bed and hung my legs over the left side.
I stood when I saw there was a door near the bed, I walked over in agony and a limp, I reached out and turned the knob and opened the door. I rubbed my eyes as the light met them,
as I stepped outside the room I noticed a large staircase the went down, The room I was in was in large hallway, I looked down and around the hall and saw four other doors, and I wondered if perhaps those four other rooms contained four other teenage girls that had been kidnapped. And then something clicked in my mind, I HAD been kidnapped! This wasn't how I imagined being kidnapped, there was allot less screaming and ropes. But allot more pain in my neck and feet.
I began to slowly limp down the stair case, It spiralled downwards, the steps were a white marble stone and they were cold on my bare feet. the banisters were a dark wood that could have given me deep splinters as I ran my hand down, I removed my hand and began to take allot more effort on where I was placing my feet, I was feeling dizzy and a bit out of it and suddenly I felt ill, and before I could take another step, I lost my balance and slipped all the way down the bottom, I let out a scream as I lay there at the bottom of the stair case, I touched my head and felt blood.
As I cried, I saw a girl run up to me, She was wearing a black tight dress, (That was somewhat revealing to her thighs and chest) black stilletos, and black fishnet stockings, she had a curvaceous figure and pale skin, her hair was dark and long, I don't think I have ever seen such blue eyes.
She bent down and examined my head and other injuries.
as she touched my scalp her facial expression dropped from worried, to scared.
'Shit' she whispered to herself. She got up and ran away for a moment, I sobbed at her absence, seeing her facial expression made me more scared than ever.
As the darked haired woman came running back, she had what looked like a first aid sort of thing.
She sat it down next to me and knelt down.
She pulled out a cloth and started patting it at my head.
'Am I going to die' I croaked out through my tears.
She let out a soft laugh, 'I think you should be fine.'
After a few moments of silence, I heard someone coming.
The darked hair woman looked up to see a man, who looked like he was in his forties, he wore a black suit and tie, he had slicked back bronze hair.
He smiled at the woman as she gasped and said 'What are you doing up?'
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