(Elena P.O.V)

I wake up when I feel that I'm being carried away by someone; I open my eyes and see the ground moving. When I look up, I look up at Oliver's stoic face. We are moving up the stairs into the bedroom. Oliver throws me on the bed. I bounce up and down a few times; before I can say anything to Oliver, he turns around on his heels, marches out of the room, and locks the door behind him.

"YOU FUCKING LOCK ME IN A FUCKING ROOM?!" I exclaim. I bang myself against the door in the hope of breaking it.

"M*********R, WHAT THE HELL IS THIS...