TILLY
It was quiet when I made it downstairs after a long and hot shower. The faint aroma of coffee still lingered in the air, and I followed it down a narrow hallway opposite of the dining room. Nerves battered at me as I approached a white swinging door. I paused in front of it, weighing out my options. While my captor had made it clear I could freely roam and explore, a part of me was still on edge to walk around on my own. Deep down, my gut feeling was that seeing what I did unsupervised to a degree was a test. He wanted to see what I was going to try and do.
Sucking in a deep breath, I placed my palm on the door and pushed it open slowly to reveal one of the most spacious, sparkling kitchens I’d ever seen. White marble floors sparkled in the morning light, and endless white cabine
