Luxe room

As I slowly drifted back to consciousness, I braced myself for the worst. My mind flashed images of dark caves or dank basements, places where my captors might stash me after beating me senseless. But as my eyes fluttered open, I found myself in a room unlike anything I'd imagined.

The room was spacious, the air around me warm and scented faintly with sandalwood and something else—something almost like smoke. My head rested on a pillow that felt soft as clouds, and I lay beneath a plush, silken quilt.

Rich tapestries adorned the walls, woven with swirling patterns in deep shades of crimson and black, almost like shadows dancing in the firelight.

To my right, a grand mahogany wardrobe stood, intricately carved with symbols I didn't recognize.

A delicate glass chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a warm glow over the room, and I noticed a large, arched window draped with heavy velvet curtains, a thin strip of light slipping through.