I woke up in an unknown room, in someone else's bed, between sheets impregnated with a masculine perfume, which invaded my nasal tunnel, I recognized it, but I did not want to believe that I was in the grip of a reality far from a dream that I stupidly clung to.

That perfume… No! It couldn't be him.

I felt the need to pinch my flesh, nothing happened, I didn't wake up, I definitely wasn't having a nightmare.

A range of fearful possibilities presented itself abruptly. I couldn't remember anything from last night, which made my stomach twist with fear, because I didn't know where I was, or who had brought me to this sumptuous bedroom. A lot of paranoid thoughts cloud my mind, I kicked them out of my head when I discovered under the silk that covered my face, that I was still wearing my dress.

At least the unknown subject hadn't raped me. That did not take away weight from the situation, less with the monstrous headache; I moaned in pain, the violence of the palpitations carried an aggre