CHATER TWENTY-FOUR

When I came to, I was in a queen sized bed, stripped of my clothes. I sat up, drawing the sheet to cover myself and looked around the room. It was empty except for a couple of furniture and a framed picture of abstract images on the wall. The dark blue window curtains drew closed, letting no light in. The lights in room remained dimmed.

I could not let myself appreciate the simple interior and wondered where I was, how I had gotten here and why I was stripped. Getting out of bed, I searched for my clothes. I still felt a bit weak as my knees and arms protested.

My ears perked up at the sound of approaching feet. I bent down and peeked at the door. The door opened with a click and a tall figure stepped in. The light bulbs lit up with the flick of the switch and illuminated the room, revealing the person.

I bit back a gasp, checking him out. He looked so different, I would not have recognised him at all if it weren’t for his stance. He was a bit taller with tattoos running down the s