Zelena.
Roses, I can smell roses and it’s making my nose itch. I tried to lift my hand to scratch but I couldn’t move it. I tried the other hand, and I can’t lift that one either. I started to panic. Oh God, what has he done to me now? I want out, please let me free. I tried to open my eyes. They are very heavy and dry. I blink my eyes open and try to focus on something around me. Oh, that hurts, I blinked my eyes a few times to get the moisture on them. I can start to make out a few objects. I turned my head to the side and there’s a window with blue curtains, and a small brown leather armchair sat in front of it. Where the heck am I? Next to the window is a bookshelf with a lot of books piled on top of each other. I've never seen this place before. I look to the end of the bed and there
