Come find me

Day one

The man stared at me for awhile, as if he was inspecting me. I tried my best to not lock eye contact, his grin grew each time my eyes met his.

"You'll be perfect," He finally said. What did he mean by that? He moved back from the bed. His grin was bigger than ever, it was like he was fed off of my fear and confusion. Slowly, he waved his hand, and closed the door. Faintly, I could hear a key turning through the doorknob to lock. As far as I could see, there was nothing I could break the window with. I was stuck.

I sat alone in the room for what felt like hours on end. I couldn't sleep, just the thought of being that vulnerable to him sent chills down my spine. I would be perfect? For what? My head was spinning out of confusion. What did they want me to do? What would happen if I refused? That single sentence gave me more questions than answers. I mean, he didn't even tell me who he was or where I was. But something had seemed so familiar with him, as if I had seen him before. I searched my memory as far I I could go, but even the most basic memories had seemed harder to retrieve. Like what happened before I got here? How? Did anyone notice me gone? Did he take anyone else? My head kept popping questions upon me, and I had no answers.

I moved around the room out of boredom. Every light I could find, I switched on. I couldn't bare the darkness. Neither did I want to step foot out of the room until I was ready to know what or who was outside. Most people would jump at the chance to get out as soon as possible, but if they felt all they had to do was lock the door to keep me from escaping, clearly they thought their security was good. And I wasn't going to give up my chance at escaping before I even knew the map. It was like a video game, except a lot more serious. The better you know the map, the easier it is to play the game. If you get what I mean. Yet, I'd love to get out of this room and try to make my escape, but that would be stupid. 

I slid my hand down the wooden knobs attached to the draws. I wanted to open them, but like most opening objects, they were locked. I went through to the bathroom, it was extremely clean and... beautiful. The bath was sleek, the floor was clean marble, the shower was massive and had plenty of shelving that was stocked with the shower appliances I would need. I had never been into a bathroom so expensive looking in my life. I wasn't that poor, but not rich enough to be able to afford this. I never went to super fancy hotels when on holiday considering I didn't want to waste too much money, so I never had much luxury. 

"Huh," I said, tracing back to everything that had happened from the time I got here to now. None of it made any sense. First, I wake up in complete darkness, second, a creepy guy says "I'll be perfect" then I'm here in the most incredible bathroom ever. What was his goal? To get me interested so I do as they say? No, I couldn't let him manipulate me into doing what he wants.

I heard the silent sounds of a key unlocking the door to my room, so I closed the door to the bathroom, hovering my hand over the handle to find a way to lock it. No lock? I sat down with my arms wrapped around my legs, hoping for the best. 

"Cameron? Cameron Taylor?" A woman's voice said. It was a calm, confused voice.  I sniggered. Soon after, a man had opened the door to the bathroom and grabbed my arm, pulling me into the bedroom. I could see the woman who had called for me place a silver tray of food on the bed.

"Ow," I moaned, pulling my arm out of the mans grip. 

"When we call for you, come to us," The man growled, he grabbed my chin, facing it upward, forcing me to look at him. I stayed silent, I didn't want to admit defeat nor disobey him.

"Understood?" He said firmly. At least he wasn't the guy from before, I thought.

"Yes," I sighed, rubbing my chin as soon as he let go.

"Enjoy your meal," He said joyfully, he turned to leave my room. What is wrong with all the men here? Like, the first one was a creep and this guy had just changed his mood and tone in a couple seconds.

"Uhm, Cameron?" The lady said. "Here is your meal, I hope you enjoy." She pushed the tray forward closer to me. Oh my gosh... this plate of food looked incredible. Don't let yourself get guilt tripped later, a voice in my head screamed, but I couldn't help it; all I wanted to do was scoff my face into the perfectly cooked steak and roasted potatoes. On the side, was a small garden salad and a cup of water. It had felt like days since I last ate, and I was so ready for this.

"Thank you," I replied, stepping closer to my bed where the food tray was.

"I'll be going."

"Ok." I waved goodbye as she closed the dark wooden door behind her and locked it, but at that point I didn't care much, I just wanted to eat.