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Page 3 Diana, a hard faced blond, flipped the catches on the straps that held her. Raina flexed her limbs. “Follow me.” Diana didn’t even give her a second glance as she moved toward the open door in the bare cold room. Raina stood, and had to wait as the blood came rushing to her arms and legs, but most distressingly, her head; she swayed and held onto the arm of the chair for support. Her vision faded to black, and then slowly started to return. She felt an arm grab her, “Hurry! I’ve got things I have to get done.” Diana roughly pulled her toward the door, and a long hall. The hall ended with a metal-doored elevator, which opened when Diana’s hand pressed fully against the pad on the wall. They entered, and Raina felt herself ascending and then the door opened. The contrast was unbelievable. Raina stumbled as she walked out of the elevator and into the hall that seemed to be part of an ancient castle. Everything threw her off balance. “Come on,” again she was jerked back to the present. A small staircase to another hall, led her to her room. Diana gave her a shove. “Don’t leave your suite, someone will come for you. You don’t want to make the master wait, so be ready.” Diana slammed the door behind her. Raina was amazed as she looked around the room. It had a rich thick carpet, dark furniture, and a highly sculpted writing desk. She heard a clock ticking and remembered that she had been told to hurry. She stepped right into another room that was full of the most ornate curtained bed she had ever seen. Lying on the bed was a seductive dress and lacy underwear. On the other side of the bed were large double doors. She looked to the left and could see a dressing room. She walked into the dressing room and saw the bath to the right. She took a deep breath and went back to retrieve the clothes on the bed. The lavish bathroom looked out of place in the old world ambiance. A huge walk-in shower made of glass brick, a large claw-footed tub that had jets, and a small toilet room. The towels were rich and thick, each with a “Z” monogrammed on them; the ones hanging at the shower were on a heating bar, comfortably warm to the touch. She realized how grimy she felt and that time was going quickly, so she lifted her hands and started stripping off her filthy wrinkled clothes. She showered, enjoying the scents of the rich soaps filling her nostrils. The thick soft towels on her flesh as she dried made her want to stop, curl up in the bed and sleep, but instead she hurried. Raina efficiently dressed then dried her hair, using the provided toiletries. She arranged her hair to compliment her perfectly fitting clothes. The dress would never have been her selection, as it was too sensual for her comfort. When Raina stepped out into the sitting room she saw a clock sitting on the writing desk. It was fifteen minutes to the hour. A
knock on the door made her jump and she turned toward it, recovering herself as
the door opened. A young man in old-fashioned servant’s garb stood before her.
“If you are ready, this way Raina stepped out and followed the servant. She again walked down the rich hall, then turned to the left. The room next to hers had a larger door than the rest on the hall. She thought that this was the door that led to her room. “Whose room is this?” she whispered. “It’s the master’s, Miss. Come, we must hurry.” Raina felt the growing sense of panic once again. Was the man in black the master? This made no sense, why was she here? Who was this man they called the master with awe and reverence? Nobody called anyone master anymore. Raina gasped as she looked down the elaborate staircase into the huge hall. She could be back in the past. This was a castle, the room was immense. There were at least twenty people milling about and chatting. Everyone was formally dressed yet, something was different. She looked down at her dress, moving down the stairway as all eyes turned to her. She appeared to be the only one in color, while everyone else wore black, white or gray. The men all wore tuxedos, the women floor-length gowns. The crowd moved apart as the servant led her forward, toward two huge ornately carved wooden doors. The servant stopped for a moment with his hand on the door, then waited. He seemed to let go of a breath of relief and let a little tension leave his shoulders. Raina used the time to look to her right and left and to peek at the people staring at her. People were whispering, looking and waiting. A bell chimed and the servant opened the door with a flourish, leading her into the next room that had many plush chairs and overstuffed couches filling it. Light music was playing and two servants stood behind a bar. Most of the people followed her in, then gathered at the bar to take champagne glasses full of a golden liquid. |
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