I can't wait to get back home, change into a killer LBD and partaayyy with my amazing bunch of friends! My exams are finally over!!! Yay! I cannot wait to get all sloshed. I live alone. So I can drink as much as I want to, come back whenever I want to and with whoever I want to ;

　　I rush to my car and drive home. An hour later I am looking absolutely to die for. I love makeup and dresses and anything that makes me look the way I look now. Really hot to handle. I am wearing a very basic little black dress, killer heels and dark red lipstick. I decide to let my long brown wavy hair loose. I look at myself in the mirror one last time before I leave. Perfect ;

　　Its already dark and I go to my garage to get my car out, singing and really excited when out of nowhere someone grabs my mouth from behind me. I instantly panic. I try to scream and get the person off me when I feel a stinging sharp pinch in my arm. Ouch.

　　"Hush... relájate mi amor está bien. " I hear a soothing voice, understanding nothing, as I spiral into nothingness.

　　Fuck.

　　My head hurts. My body aches. I just lay down eyes closed. What the fuck. How much did I drink last night? I slowly open my eyes only to find myself staring at a ceiling decorated with cartoons. I move my head to look around and I see that I am in some infant's room. Its all pink and white with toys and stuffies. A cupboard. A desk. A book shelf. But everything is big in size. I try to get up. I sit up and find myself wearing a baby pink skirt with princesses on it and a plain white tee sans bra. My heart is beating so fast that I think i will pass out. I try to remember what the fuck happened last night when i suddenly recall being kidnapped. I am kidnapped. HOly fuck. But am I? Who holds their hostage this way?

　　I am just sitting their dumb fucked, wondering what to do next. I look down and I am in a darn crib. And its high. I can jump, but I might fall and hurt myself. I definitely will.

　　I can shout. Should I call for help?

　　I am just sitting their weighing my options when suddenly the door opens and a man comes inside. He is looking at me and I am looking at him. He is tall. Brown eyes, over 6 ft tall. Broad and muscled. Definitely works out at least 4 days a week. I kind of like his stubble. He is wearing a shirt and denims. He has got huge arms. I am assessing him when he speaks.

　　"¡Hola! Buenos diás,." He says, trying to smile and not scare me off.

　　"Umm ... hi..." Hola is definitely saying hi in what? Italian? Is he Italian?

　　"Hi" he says back in a weird accent. "Mi nombre es Carlos. Soy su nuevo papá... Umm... daddy." I catch Carlos and daddy. Must be his name. Is he asking for my dad's name?

　　"Hi, I am Sansa. My father's name is Robert." I say.

　　"Sansa." He repeats. "Bonito nombre."

　　There, I lost him again.