I yawn as I walk downstairs to get some water, yet my heart drops when I see the entire living room covered in red roses. I look around. Nobody was here. I check my doors, and everything seems to have been locked. I see a rose all by itself on the kitchen counter. I slowly pick up the rose, and notice that all the thorns have been cut off.

“I’m going to allow you the opportunity to run,” He says through gritted teeth, grabbing my throat, and pressing his thumb against my pulse.