Aláine's Point of View
After waking up in a room somewhere and having Viktor tell me that he would forcefully mate me against my will, I was now feeling far from confident. Nevertheless, I wouldn't show my fears to him or tears, for that matter. He had laughed at me and walked out of the room where I was held captive.
There was the sound of a key turning, and I ran to the door to try and open it. Alas, he had locked it as I thought. I was now in a prison, although a warm one with a comfortable bed.
I explored every nook and cranny of my prison cell. Obviously, Viktor had gone for the luxury approaCh. My room contained a wardrobe, empty except for a portable heater, a large king or queen-sized bed and a bedside table with a lamp. Good for hitting Viktor over the head if need be. Large towels, a flannel, an unopened toothbrush, and other toiletries were in an ensuite. There were curtained windows in the bedroom and one smaller one above the toilet.
