As I slowly opened my eyes, I was met with the familiar sight of the Montenegro hacienda's bedroom. I was lying on the bed, my head pounding with a dull ache. I tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over me, forcing me to lie back down.
As I looked around the room, I realized that I was alone. There was no sign of Claus, no sign of anyone. I tried to call out for help, but my voice was hoarse and barely audible.
I struggled to get out of bed, my legs shaking beneath me. I stumbled to the door and began to pound on it, calling out for someone to help me. But there was no response.
I pounded on the door for what felt like hours, but no one came. I was starting to get desperate, starting to feel like I was trapped.
And then I remembered the staff. They must have been instructed not to help me. Claus must have told them to leave me alone.
I felt a wave of despair wash over me. I was trapped, alone and helpless. I slid to the floor, tears streaming down my face.
Raphael. Oh, Raph
