I awoke slowly feeling very dazed. I did not know what time or day it was. I had not dreamt, nor did I have nightmares. It was like waking from a drug induced coma. Time was simply lost to me. I ran my hand up to my neck. It felt like I had a bruise there. I looked at my hand searching for the sign of blood or a cut, but there was nothing. Was the wound Dorian caused cleaned while I was asleep?
I did not feel well. I was hungry, thirsty and nauseated. I started to blink wider awake and realized that I was not in my own rooms. I was in a much larger one. There was a dome shaped ceiling decorated in black wood and iron. Crimson drapes fell from open windows with stark black tassels. A storm raged outside with a crack of thunder and lightning to follow. I sat up and realized that I was in a
