Elena woke up slowly.
Her head hurt.
Her eyes blinked open to a ceiling she did not know.
The bed was soft, too soft.
She sat up fast, her heart beating hard.
Where was she?
The room looked like something from a dream.
Large windows with gold curtains.
A chandelier above her.
A dresser full of perfumes.
Everything smelled clean and strange.
She pushed the blanket off and stood up.
She was wearing a silk gown.
Her shoes were gone.
Her hands trembled as she touched the wall.
She tried to remember.
The night before—walking home, a car stopping, a cloth pressed to her face.
Darkness.
Then nothing.
“Oh God,” she whispered. “Where am I?”
She ran to the door and grabbed the handle.
It didn’t move.
She pulled again, harder.
Still locked.
She hit the wood with her fist. “Hey
