ANGEL
My gaze darted frantically, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings.
The walls of the room were pristine white, contrasting the pastel pink of my own bedroom.
The furniture was minimal: a double-sized mattress on which I was lying, a dresser, and a chair in one corner.
Confirming my own kidnapping was a whole new kind of devastation, and fear. I was spiralling into another crisis mode. I'd wanted the blindfolds off, now it felt like an awakening.
In the dark, I could somewhat convince myself that it was all a nightmare, but now, the reality of my situation hit harder.
“I hope you like it, since it's going to be your home. . . Well, our home,”
Our?
No way!
Those words physically made me sick. Nausea rose in my throat.
I was already scanning for an escape route; there were t
