Elsa
I woke up long before the sun even hinted at rising. The world outside was still shrouded in darkness, and everything was unnervingly quiet. But I couldn’t stay in bed. I was too restless, too anxious.
I desperately wanted to believe that everything that had happened last night was just a terrible nightmare. But deep down, I knew it wasn’t. It was real, and I’d fallen right into the trap.
My heart ached with the realization that I’d been played so easily. The man had tricked me, and I should have seen it coming.
Looking back, all the signs were there—the way he avoided drinking the wine, the strange questions he kept asking, like he was probing for something. And yet, despite all those red flags, I still let my guard down. I stayed. I drank the wine. I trusted him.
How could I
