Andrea woke up with heavy eyes. She couldn't determine where she was. She covered her mouth as she yawned.
The pains on her body from the previous day still lingered. She stretched her arms as she winced in anguish.
She looked around, amazed by the expensive and beautiful things surrounding her. Andrea stared at where she lay and couldn't believe her eyes.
Andrea rubbed her eyes to clear her vision, hoping she wasn't dreaming. “How can this be possible? Where am I?” She muttered, scanning the room with her eyes.
The portrait on the wall captured her attention. She stood on her feet, and dragged herself to where the frame was.
She ran her fingers over the granite sculpture and it depicted a man with a fearsome appearance.
The man's fierce expression seemed to demand respect. His eye
