Sara
I looked at the day's flower arrangement and shivered–blood-red roses. I sighed and looked out the window. The view included the gardens in back, Antonio's garage, and a large portion of the fence surrounding my prison. That fence was tall, and even though I was on the top floor I couldn't see anything beyond it.
I needed to get out of that place. I just had no idea how I was going to do it. As I thought about my lack of options, a distinctive knock at the door announced my captor's arrival.
"Good morning, beautiful," Antonio said, and opened the door without waiting for my response. He never did, the assumption was that he didn't have to. The roses, the fence, and his unwelcome presence in my room filled me with dread. Antonio didn't seem to notice, and he smiled his most charm
