I woke up the following morning and looked at the unfamiliar surroundings. There was sunlight streaming through the window illuminated the dust in the air making the almost empty space before me shimmer and sparkle. The room was bare besides a chair in the corner, a bedside table and the bed where I was currently laying. I leaned over a little bit to investigate the bedside table. It was plain, as everything else in the room, with a singular drawer at the top. I opened the drawer looking for answers. There was a silk scarf, an ancient looking coin, and a comb. I slowly stood up to investigate. I walked to the window and looked out. I saw a great vast field with a forest behind it and a mountain range behind that. As soon as the fresh air hit my face the past nights memories suddenly hit. It was as if I was reliving them as they came back to me.

I was in Paris for my latest runway show. I was a famous fashion designer; there were no limitations to my designs and what I use for them. My latest line, which featured furs and skins from countless animals, attracted a lot of attention from unwanted places, such as animal rights groups. This past show there were almost as many security guards as people in the audience. But that didn’t stop the riot. I was taking the final walk down the run way to take my bow when a riot broke out. It seemed like they came out of no where, but there they were, paint flying. I needed to get out of there and fast. But I had no where to turn. I was crouching underneath the runway when I saw him approach. He was a preacher, I could tell by his collar. He bent down forward towards me and offered out his hand. I accepted with a round of thanks you on my lips. But before I could utter a word I was taken aback by his eyes, they were the most piercing blue eyes I have ever seen, but cold. Suddenly the pupil increased until his whole entire eye was black, and I slowly felt myself falling. But it was all wrong… I was falling forward, into his eyes.

I fell back as the weight of the previous night crashed now onto me. Thinking things over I decided to take inventory. My Gucci dress, yep in place, my cell phone discretely hidden, gone, well beggars can’t be choosers. Even though I just successfully walked the length of the room I slowly stretched out my legs to see if they were in any way injured. I then stretched my arms and twisted my back. “It’s okay, I’m not hurt” I then heard strange laughter coming from behind me. I whipped around to see the preacher, who I suspected really wasn’t a preacher from last night. I was instantly filled with rage. I was lost and afraid, with no means to get help and this man was standing there laughing at me. I was about to correct his mistake that, no you do NOT laugh at the great Lena Marie and get away with it, when he crossed the room and pushed me down into the chair. He leaned in closely and whispered, “No, you’re not hurt yet, I was waiting for you to come to. What fun is there in torturing someone when they are unconscious?”