I sat up, groggy. I turned my neck from side to side slowly, taking in all m y surroundings. The large maroon curtains were pulled shut to keep the light from streaming in through the window. The walls were pained with a dark colour that I couldn’t make out in the dark room and I was sitting on a large, comfortable bed.
I ran my fingers through my tangled hair and smoothed it down. It took me a whole minute to remember everything that had happened to me only a while ago. That man that was supposedly going to take me to my father had kidnapped me! In broad daylight, too!
I quickly scrambled out of the bed and checked to see if I was harmed in anyway – or worse – violated. Surely the man couldn’t have been that cruel, but then again, he did kidnap me, after all. I pulled open the large curtains and noticed it was still dark out.
I walked out silently and looked over the railing. It seemed I was standing at least 15 ft in the air on some fancy balcony. I walked back into the room with a silent curse. There must be some other way to get out of this place.
I heard a soft knock on the door and I panicked. My mind was on overload, there was only that one balcony and if I dared to jump from it, I’d definitely break my back. So that was out of the question.