I woke up. I opened my eyes. A sharp pain flew through my head. I held my hands over my face. Damn, what did I do last night? Then I realized. I tried opening my eyes slowly, and started looking around. I felt dizzy and wanted to puke. I woke up in a queen sized bed. There were no windows, but alot of paintings of angels and devils around the room. It was kind of an brown aesthetic. I were still in my working clothes. The air was fresh.
"The actuall f-" I got out of the bed and started walking around. Who would kidnapp me to a place like this? I walked over to the body mirror. I looked like trash. My makeup was smudged all over my face, and my clothes looked like a hot mess. It felt like I was having a migraine. I closed my eyes and rubbed my face. I looked back at my reflection. My neck was bleeding. I tried to wipe it away with my hand, but hit the wound and let out a painfull sigh. I suddently noticed the opening in the middle of the wall. I walked through it. A bathroom. No doors though. Big mirror with a sink, three showers and a toilet all of them in black marble. I started washing my face, when I heard a noice. Someone was opening the door. I started at the entry to the bathroom. I heard loud steps walking slowly around in the room. My breath cut short. I had to cover my mouth. I suddently felt really dizzy. My heart must have reacted to whatever was in that shot. I slide against the wall until I was sitting down at the floor, leaning against the wall.
"Amara?" I heard my name in a deep, masculine voice. It sounded a bit like an italian accent. I closed my eyes. Wishing myself back to my own bed, in my own house. A shadow came closer and closer to the entry of the bathroom. It was quiet. You could hear water drops falling. You could hear a needle hit the floor. And then there he was. Standing at the entry. A tall man with dark brown hair and golden skin. He was really tall, probably around 190 cm. He was hot as fuck. With his masculine hands, in a black suit. Some of his tattoo was showing from the bottom of his neck.
"Are you okay angel?" He took a few steps closer and sat down on one knee. I didnt respond. Who was this man? I carefully let my head rest on the wall behind me.
"Why am I here. You kidnapped me" I used all the strenght in my body to stay awake. He smirked. I could feel my heart throwing itself at my chest.
"You must have had a bad reaction to the serum, I didn't know you had a weak heart" He carefully put some of my hair behind my ear. I rolled my eyes. He looked suprised. I could smell his cologne. My sight started to get blurry. I tried blinking it away. I could feel the warmth from the floor. He moved his hand and lifted up my chin. I was to weak to resist. I could see the worried look in his eyes as I fell deeper and deeper into the darkness. My eyes started rolling up to my brain. He was still holding my chin up. I lost contact with my body and passed out again.