Ana held her breath as the man walked into the room. It's now or never, she thought to herself as she lunged forward and stabbed the glass into his throat. He clutched his neck as he opened his mouth to scream, but he gurgled blood instead. Ana shrunk into the corner of the room and covered her eyes. It didn't feel good to kill somebody, even if they deserved it. The man fell to his knees then onto his face. Ana finally opened her eyes and slowly walked over to him. She kicked him once, and when he didn't move she took off his mask. He was an older guy in his 50's. Even though she couldn't remember anything, she had a feeling she never knew him. She peeled off his jacket, which thankfully barely had blood on it, and put it on. It fit her like a loose mini dress. She didn't want to remove the broken glass from the man's neck (she didn't think she could stomach it) and left the room weaponless.
Looking up at the stairs which lead to another door was even more daunting than being trapped in the room. Ana went up the stairs and opened the door. She gasped as she stepped out. It was like another world. An extremely wealthy person stayed here and kept it immaculate. She wondered how her shabby room even existed in the same place. Ana cautiously walked around, finding the kitchen and eating 3 mini sandwiches (the kind you'd see at a party). She wondered if the people who lived here were about to celebrate something? Such as another victim they got - her. She suddenly felt queasy and closed the fridge.
Ana walked down a long hallway with doors throughout and peeked into a few. They were all empty except one where an older woman was sleeping. Judging by her designer robe and painting (of herself?) hanging over the bed, Ana knew she lived there. Ana quickly shut the door back and quietly ran across the hall, which lead to spiral stairs. She went down and alas, she saw the front door. She opened the door just as a memory washed over her.
She was back in the club with that charming stranger again. She couldn't remember his face, but she remembered being happy at that moment. They were dancing and when he held her hand, his fingers brushed against her diamond ring. He was also with her in the last seconds before everything went black. Had he been abducted too?
Ana was brought back to the present as a cool breeze caressed her face. She stared outside at the perfectly manicured lawn that stretched the length of a football field until reaching the actual mansion. She was just being kept in a very "small" part of the house. Probably the guest area. She looked at her left hand and felt weak in the knees. She had a wedding ring on, just like in her memories. She wished she could remember more as she touched the ring. She clenched her fist as she began the journey across the grass. She picked up a shovel she saw leaning against a shed along the way. She knew what she had to do. If her husband was still here she was going to find him.
