Twenty one

Waking up with a righteous headache, and feeling nauseated was bad but not so much as waking up in a room that wasn't yours. Sophia cringed, her head feeling as if someone was pounding on it as she glanced around blearily at the familiar, yet unfamiliar luxurious room.

Sophia facepalm, seething internally while telling herself not to freak out, or do something to piss whoever brought her home, Incase he was a serial killer.