My Name is NOT Cupcake

I felt groggy. I didn't feel like myself. I willed my limbs to move or do something, but they felt heavy. I tried to remember what happened, or at least where I was. All I could remember was the man in the woods. I shot up and instantly regretted it. My head swam with a pounding headache. I placed my hand on my head to try and stop the spinning; it only made me feel sick. I groaned and shut my eyes back quickly as I tried to remember what happened. All I kept seeing was the man in the woods. I tried blinking my eyes open again. I was more successful this time. I squinted against the bright sunlight filtering in through an open window.

Where was I?

I looked around to see that I was in a bedroom. The color theme was cream and light grey. Everything in the room mirrored the theme. I looked down to see that I was in a plush queen-sized bed. The covers were off-white with the rest of the room. There were lights on the ceiling, a single grand window, a set of double doors, a single door, a bedside table with a lamp, and a desk with a small bookshelf build it. This room looked like a master bedroom. I instantly panicked and checked myself.

Clothes still on?

Check.

My virginity in tact?

Check.

Phone and wallet.

Nope.

did have my phone on me, and now I don't. Whoever

walked in and my first instinct was to cover myself more with the blanket on my lap. I pressed my back against the headboard and pulled the covers up even

m-me?" I asked, mentally cursing my nervous stutter. He

swear," he explained quickly. I hated that I actually trusted what he

asked, my voice