The night was hushed, a velvet sky strewn with stars that seemed to peer down at me from my window. I lay in bed, chatting with Luca, the captivating Italian I'd met online. Our conversations were always profound, laced with laughter, and with him, I felt a connection that transcended our brief acquaintance.

"Tell me," he teased, "when will you reveal your location?" I chuckled nervously, trying to mask my apprehension. "Perhaps soon… when I'm certain you won't whisk me away!"

He was unaware of my constant vigilance in protecting my personal information. But that night, overwhelmed by exhaustion, the unthinkable occurred. He sent a link to a picture; in my sleepy haste to reply, I inadvertently shared my location. I didn't realize until it was too late; sleep claimed me before I could correct the mistake.

I awoke to a disorienting strangeness. The room was unfamiliar. Crisp white walls enclosed me, and the bed, far larger and more opulent than my own, felt alien. Panic seized me as I scanned the room, the sound of approaching footsteps sending a shiver down my spine. The door swung open, revealing Luca, his smile both reassuring and unsettling.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty," he said, his tone light, yet his eyes held a seriousness that belied his words. "It seems I've finally found you."