I can't believe it. I'm married to a killer.
I look down at my hand, a beautiful diamond ring around my finger painfully reminding me of what just happened.
I'm back in the bedroom I woke up in only half an hour ago. Right after Eswich put that ring on my finger, I was ushered back here. Apparently, for this to be totally official we have to get married both in my country and his. This might buy me some time to escape.
While I try thinking up some kind of plan, I change back into the dress I was wearing earlier. Whatever happens next, I'm not planning on going anywhere with these people.
Suddenly, I hear someone rapidly knocking on a door somewhere in the building. My door is pushed open and Madame is standing in the doorway.
"Time to go," is all she says before she grabs my arm and the wedding dress and walks out, tugging me along behind her.