Jane blinked her dry eyes open, rubbing them groggily as she tried to take in her surroundings. She sat up quickly, causing a groan to escape her lips as pain shot up her left thigh. She released a tired yawn before taking in the lavish room she had woken up in. A line formed between her thin eyebrows as she tried to remember what had brought her to such an expensive place.
Her eyes widened as the memories came flooding in; her getting kidnapped, the mysterious men, her getting shot. She tore the blanket off her body, her eyes landing on her bandaged thigh. Someone had taken the liberty to change her clothes. Jane could only hope it was not some old pervert.
She swung her legs off the bed and tried standing. Another round of pain shot up her thigh at the same time the door opened to reveal a middle-aged woman, Martha.
"Be careful, dear," The older woman said, dropping the tray of food in her hands on the bed before going to aid Jane,
