kisses and slaps

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Eleanor's Pov

It felt like I was in two worlds. While my body felt numb and extremely punctured, my mind felt at ease like I was in the place the tales talked about. The place to adapt rest and serenity—the things I lacked and needed in my life.

Slowly, I came around to my senses, but everything, with the inclusion of my memory, was only a hazy blur.

I wake up to a soft and fluffy pillow. It was like I was sinking into a bed of feathers. This isn’t my bed. This is also not my pillow. I think in my sleep. But I love it. It’s sorting. I bounce on it and moan.

Lovely. I’ll gladly die in a place like this.

Wait! This is not my bed, So I’m not home; what if I was kidnapped and this is the kidnapper's den? I’m suddenly scared, and I open my eyes, and for a moment, I’m confused.

Uhm, hold up. Have I indeed been kidnapped? Well, one way to find out. Stand up and check.

I tried to get up, and a shooting pain passes through my legs. I’ve been kidnapped because what’s this pain.