A punch on the face.
That was the last thing that Lily remembered before waking up on a bed with a mattress covered in silk. Their bedsheet was not silk. This was not her room, she instantly concluded before she became aware of the dim light inside the room. Lily sat down, her eyes roamed around the room- or maybe a suite.
The room was spacious, with beige walls and a large abstract painting hanging on the wall, facing the bed. Slowly, Lily made her way out of the bed and instantly noticed the soft carpet against her feet. There was no television, no bookshelf or even a dining table. There were only a few couches that were facing a wall mounted electric fireplace.
"You're up." Lily flinched at the gentle voice behind her.
"Jack! What is the meaning of this?" she asked after she turned around to face the man. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Take a seat, Lily." He gestured for her to sit on one of the couches by the fireplace. "We need to talk."
