Kidnap #3

Chapter 3 -

How long have I been in here? It's felt like days...My throat is parched and i'm quite famished. There is no way out. I lay down on a stained sofa, the musty smell makes me sneeze. My arm still hurts, the bleeding has stopped though. A small graze on my leg reminds me I'm still wounded. Then, I hear something. It's scratching above the ceiling, like a mouse, no...it can't be. Plaster falls from the air like snow. I look up, and a small pigeon with crimson eyes gives me a confused stare. I sigh with laughter.
I get up and walk around as my leg is better, I have not really explored the room. It looks like an old study, not been used for years, a small dust ridden desk sits in the corner with a sturdy chair. The door is wonky and there are lethal splinters hanging from it. A painting hangs just below the arched window. It's a woman with a pretty face, but there's a large red cross over her face. This leaves me questioning...