Diana
“Let’s get you out of here,” he said gently, wiping the dirt from my hand with his handkerchief. His touch was careful.
The shock of seeing him stole the air from my lungs. My mind scrambled to catch up, words hung up in my throat without form.
“What are you doing…” I couldn't finish the sentence before everything turned dark and I collapsed.
When I opened my eyes again, I was lying on a bed in an unfamiliar room. I pushed myself up slowly, my head pounding as I took in my surroundings. This definitely wasn’t my apartment.
Everything was white and clean, elegant and expensive.
I slid off the bed and wandered around, my bare feet sinking into soft carpet. One door led to another room. I opened it and stopped short.
Instead of a bathroom, I found A walk-in closet.
Rows of tail
