"Where am I?"
"Shhh. Everything will be alright. You're in my mansion. I found
you, bleeding, dirty. I had my servant girls clean you up. I hope you
don't mind," he says with a boyish grin on his face.
"NO, it's not that. Who am I?", you whisper.
"You don't remember?"
"No."
"Well, you didn't have any form of identification on you. But you
looked like you were pretty beaten up. Are you hungry? I can have my
servants bring you your meal." He asks with loving cooncern.
"Yes, I'm starving." You say.
"Not to worry. They'll send you a meal in a jiffy." He says.
He starts to leave, and suddenly, you say, "Thank you, thank you
very much for your kindness."
"It's my pleasure." He says with a warm smile, and he
leaves.
"Where am I?", you ask alarmingly.
