After being knocked out Feliks couldn't help being subconsciously terrified. And the worst thing was he could hear Oliver, mumbling to himself and creepily laughing as he rustled what sounded like clothing.

It wasn't long before Feliks' eyelids began to flutter then open. Feliks' head was throbbing and his mouth was dry. He was looking up at the ceiling of Łukasz's filthy house and he struggled to sit up.

"Oh I see you're up Princess!" Oliver tweeted with a morbid grin.

Oliver's voice frightened Feliks, but he was so week after Oliver's attack. He finally sat up on the bed and to his surprise he was dressed in that blue dress Oliver had before. A tiara pulled on Feliks' hair but he didn't dare touch it, Oliver was eyeing him with a villainous smile. He finally woke up, I bet he'll think twice before stomping Łukasz's flowers. Oliver thought to himself.

"Now we can play tea party! I'll be Sir Oliver and you can be Princess Feliks." He snickered turning to get a tray with dainty tea cups and a teapot on it.

"Eh, sure ... Sir Oliver." Feliks grumbled he couldn't argue or attempt to run away from the other, he had a throbbing headache and thinking became almost impossible.

Oliver laid the tray down on a nightstand next to the bed. He poured Feliks a cup of tea, the tea looked a bit different than it usually. It was lighter and smelled like fresh flowers. Roses. "Would you like some tea Princess." He smiled happily holding the cup.

Feliks nodded slowly and took the cup gingerly without saying a word. Maybe the tea will make me feel better. Feliks thought not entirely sensing the fragrant smell.

He took a sip and weakly shook his head. "It tastes strange, like..." he paused and his eyes widened, "Like flowers!" He dropped the tea cup and his lap and let the scalding hot tea seep through the dresses fabric.

Feliks opened his mouth to yell but he couldn't all he could do was lay his head back down, everything was making his head throb and bang against his skull. He had a few broken thoughts before his eyelids got heavy. There were flower in . . . It's so hot . . . I want to leave. The more he wanted to escape Oliver's wrath, the sleepier he got.

Oliver cackled as he waved a rose petal in front of Feliks' face, the petal was a deep red then it slowly changed to a dark purple. Feliks vaguely remembered that color change, but before he could have a solid thought about it he seemed to be forced to sleep by whatever was in that tea.

"Aww, I thought you would have really liked my rose petal tea." Oliver said with another cruel laugh.

He watched Feliks' fruitless fight to stay awake. When he was finally asleep Oliver gathered multiple bouquets of pink, yellow and white pastel colored flowers and place them all around his Sleeping Beauty Feliks. He made Feliks hold the last bouquet of red roses. He looks so pretty with all those flowers! Maybe when he wakes up he'll have more respect for flowers... if he ever wakes up. Oliver thought to himself before placing a single dark purple rose in the center of the bouquet then walking off to leave Feliks alone.

The once burning hot tea soon became like a warm comfortable blanket over Feliks' lap. The extra sleep was good for him but after what seemed like hours of dreaming about seemingly random scenarios he began to dream about someone who could save him. Oliver had left the house, and it seemed like Feliks would never be save, he would be trapped in a different dimension forever, with someone else taking his place.