Layla's P. O. V.

When the woman had walked me into this room, I'd wondered how he'd react when he saw me looking different from the woman he had kidnapped yesterday - I couldn't recognize myself when I looked into the mirror after my make up was done. But I was met with a large, circular room with complete glass walls, not a single window, a large bed situated in the center of the room and a single circular table at the other side of the glass wall, with a black clothing and all sorts of food you could think about seated on it.

I stopped to look for a...