As I slowly opened my eyes and blinked away the sleep, I noticed that my vision was slightly blurry. However, amidst the haze, I was able to make out the sight of a chandelier hanging gracefully from the ceiling.
Confusion washed over me as I questioned when Ava had installed such an elegant fixture in my room. A fleeting thought crossed my mind - could this be a figment of my imagination?
I slowly rubbed my eyes as I felt the weight of my throbbing head. My eyes feverishly darted around the unfamiliar room, scanning it's every corner, only to be met with an overwhelming sense of panick.
This isn't my room. My heart rate skyrocketed as the realization hit me like a ton of bricks – my boss has kidn*pped me. The memory flashed back vividly, the sharp smell of a cloth being pressed against
