•F A T E• ➪𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕤 x 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

"Wicked"

I woke up with the most sharpest headache. A pain so terrible that made my body shot up allowing said pain to travel to my lower back.

Groaning I shifted slightly and regained proper vison of my surroundings.

(where the hell am I...)

The room was dull, and almost everything was brown. The scent of new furniture tortured my senses as I tried moving out of the uncomfortable position.
I seemed to have been laying on a bed. One with soft covers and double pillows which could have been the cause of the stiffness in my neck.

I stumbled out, my bare feet touching the cold floor.

(...where... are my shoes...)

I felt groggy and somewhat unstable. What exactly was in that damn tea...she probably drugged me.
Why the fuck am I always getting drugged by these assholes.

The room felt more darker now, and I held onto whatever I could to find my way. Soon I was near what felt like curtains, so I pulled the drapes onto the side, revealing the blinding light from the moon.

It was already so late???

Was I asleep for so many hours??

Already??

Now that there was some light, I turned back to examine my surroundings. My shoes were placed on the other side of the bed and I slowly walked towards them.

As I put them on my feet, I noticed the doorway. Finally regaining my balance I made it to the door and turned the handle.

The door swung open smoothly. Which means it was never locked. Strange, drugging a person and putting them in an unlocked room, perhaps that lady was new to the whole 'kidnapping' thing.

I peered out of the room, into the brightly lit hallway. No one was in sight, and of course, clearly I haven't been to this part of the mansion. This was not included in my tour I been on this morning.

I scanned the area before taking an easy guess into one of the three directions. As I continued to venture onwards, I noticed that everything was bare, yet so extravagant. It seemed plain to a creative person, and totally unreal to someone who has never been in a mansion before.

I have a strong guess, that Lady, had definitely no say when it came to decorating her own house. I walked on and on, and it felt like an eternity until I finally found giant doors at the end. Brown and elegantly designed.

I opened the doors slightly and poked my head.

Inside was a small room. consisting of one bed, covered in plastic, a desk and couch, also covered in plastic.
Near the couch on the opposite wall was a large window, but it had wooden boards nailed to shelter away the outside view from whoever used to once stay here.

I tried looking around further when I felt an odd presence behind me.

I spun around and gasped in pure horror.

Standing before me, was a tall, man. Dressed in a suit like he was about to leave for a night at the opera.
His stern expression was all the more frightening.
Despite his fashionable grey strands of hair, he didn't look that old.

His complexion pale, but not very. His eyes dark chocolate. And his face , cleanly shaven. He had black stud earrings on each ear and his stare was as cold as a blizzard.

The man stood there, probably at least above 6 inches tall, arms held behind his back , intimidatingly as if he was holding a knife.

"Who are you? And what are you doing in my house?"