My Bloody Revenge novel Chapter 4

With a gasp Lyra sits up feeling disoriented and slightly panicked. Looking around she finds

herself sitting on a leather couch in a well-furnished room that seems to reek of money. Several

heavy floor to ceiling bookshelves with intricate carved ornaments adorns three of four walls. A

massive fireplace, in what appears to be black marble, stands proudly in the center of the

fourth wall and the couch she's currently occupying stands in front of it. Large black carpet

beneath her. In the middle of the room stands a large desk with similar carved ornaments as

the bookshelves and seems to be made out of same sturdy dark wood. Sleek laptop stands on

top but seems to be off. Papers are neatly stacked to one side while on the other side stands a

lit lamp, spreading soft light. Same black leather on the office chair as the rest of the furniture

in here. Everything seems modern yet has an old feeling to it.

Afraid to move around she remains in the black leather couch waiting and listening for sounds

while wondering if her captor is even here to begin with or if the person left her all alone. After

some time passes without any other sounds than her own breathing, she finally finds some type

of resolution and stands up but stops every few steps to listen for other movements before

carefully maneuver around everything hoping to stumble upon a door she has yet to see.

Looking closer at the carvings she discovers that it is some kind of a hunting theme, only it

seems to be various kind of creatures and so well carved it gives her an uneasy feeling. A large

woven painting hangs between two bookshelves and goes from the ceiling all the way to the

floor.

Scanning the room further she also notices that not only is the door missing, there are no

windows either. Nor is there a clock so she has no idea what time it is or how long she's been

here. Sighing lightly, she stands in the middle of the room just rotating on the spot when

sudden movements to her right catches her attention making her stumble and fall to the floor

with a gasp. She comes face to face with a tall man who looks to be in his mid-twenties, well￾dressed in a black button up shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, deep red, silk, vest, black

tie and black dress pants. Light skin without looking pale with black hair and matching dark

eyes. He stands completely still without saying a word yet his entire presence demands to be

acknowledged. Bottomless eyes silently wander up and down her shaking form making her

even more unsettled and fearful. The silence is abruptly broken by a deep yet at the same time

velvety smooth voice when he suddenly opens his mouth. Despite the fact he talked with a low

voice Lyra can't refrain from flinching at the unexpected sound.

"Have I perhaps found myself a little mouse..."

Too afraid to even move all Lyra can do is concentrate on her breathing as not to pass out again

but at least gathers strength enough to quickly meet the man’s eyes for a brief moment. For the second or is it third time now the unknown man scares her by appearing kneeling down

in front of her seemingly out of nowhere. This strange and sudden movement causes Lyra to let

out a whimpering sound while quickly scurrying backwards in an attempt to get away.

"Yes, a little mouse but surprisingly a beautiful one, albeit all that dirt clinging to your body. “He

says with a content smile on his lips totally ignoring how much he just frightened her and still