The girl was alarmed. The last thing she remembered, she was being tossed into a supply closet by a giant of man He’d tied her hands together, taped her mouth shut and left her there in the dark. When she opened her eyes again, everything had changed. This was no supply closet.
“Have you finally woken up?” a genteel woman’s voice fills the dimly lit room. The only light came from a roaring fireplace directly across from where she lay.
The girl could not make out from where the voice came. She allowed her eyes to adjust to the darkness and scanned for someone, anyone at all. She was draped across a large bed, covered in silk and satin colored in the deepest blue she’d ever seen. It was mesmerizing. It seemed to flicker as well as the flames of the fire.
“You have no need to be afraid. You are quite safe now.” The woman belonging to the voice said as each click of her high heels brought her closer. Suddenly, the red head knew fear. Her freckled face burned with it.
Rose Red stepped forward and into the light. She’d long removed her white business suit and replaced it with a long, silky night gown that clung to her small curves as if it were painted there. It was the same deep, royal blue of the bed linens. It made her bleach blonde hair seem to glow in the light of the fire.