Meredith's POV
I sat alone in the dimly lit room, with the small sketchbook and pencils spread out on my lap. It has been two days. Nothing was fun aside from the delicious meal the cook had been feeding me. I had been drawing to pass the time, creating intricate designs of worlds beyond my captivity. The room was my sanctuary, the only place I felt even a hint of freedom.
The door creaked open, and my heart skipped a beat as Drago, my captor, strolled into the room with rugged looks and a demeanour that contradicted his actions. He had been away for two days and suddenly surprised me with his presence. I don't know which was worse. his presence or absence?
He was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hands, he was excited to see me which only made my situation more surreal and unsettling.
Drago with enthusiasm, "Meredith, my dear, I have a surprise for you!"
