Where am I?

- Chapter Two -

8AM in the morning.
The loud noise of the door getting opened teared me out of my sleep.
I instantly sat up as I saw Chris entering the room.

He left the door open as he stepped to get the untouched tray that was on the nightstand.
He sighed, noticing I didn't even eat the sweets he brought me during the night, but he didn't say a word.

I simply watched him take the tray away and walk out, locking again the door behind him.

Once I was alone again, I got out of the bed in order to take a shower.
There was everything I needed to stay clean: shower gel, shampoo, toothbrush, hairbrush and a face cleanser.

I undressed from the hospital-like dress I was wearing, as well as my panties, and I stepped into the shower cabin.
I turned on the warm water, closing my eyes at the feel of it wetting my hair, and running down my body.
Once more, I felt tears stinging my eyes.
I didn't try to hold them back, letting them mix with the warm water.
I stayed that way for a few moments, until I opened my eyes again, grabbing the shower gel.
I poured some in my palm in order to wash myself.
It was the same shower gel I had at home, which was a weird coincidence, or maybe it wasn't that much of a coincidence, I didn't know what to think anymore.

Once I was done washing and rinsing myself, I turned off the water and stepped out.
I grabbed the towel that was here, wrapping it around my body.
I found a clean hospital dress as well as panties hanging next to the towel I just took.

I dried myself up and pulled on the fresh clothes I just found, throwing the ones I was wearing in a corner of the room.

I didn't have anything to keep myself busy, no TV, of course no phone, no laptop, not even a book.
I wondered how I would keep myself from going insane if I had to spend my whole days staring at the walls, overwhelmed with my own thoughts.
In other hand, it was giving me some time to focus on planning my way out of here.

I sat on the edge of the bed, looking around in the room.
There was absolutely nothing I could use as a weapon, nothing that was making me able to harm that guy.
Also, I didn't know how many of them were working there, maybe they were only 2 or 3 but maybe they were 20 or 30.
I didn't even know where the hell I was located.
Harming that dude wasn't much of a good idea.
I had to find out how many they were and most of all, I had to find out if Chris had the keys to unlock my chains, before starting to think about elaborating a real plan.
So for now, the best thing to do was trying to get to know that Chris better.
I thought maybe I could attempt to seduce him, I knew this was probably not such a good idea but at the moment it seemed like the only option I had.

Thinking of Chris, the tinkling of the lock getting opened resonated in the room, soon replaced by the metallic creaking as it was being opened.
It was him, again. He was bringing me another tray, this time with breakfast.
I didn't want to eat but my stomach was painful from not being fed for so long.

Chris laid the tray on the nightstand, back to where it was about an hour ago.

He glanced at me, crossing his arms across his chest.
He said:
-"listen up, Emilia. You better eat that food on your own, unless you want my colleagues to feed you. And they are not as kind as I am, so eat that food."

I gulped nervously. Of course, I didn't want his colleagues to get involved in feeding me.
I nodded:
-"o-ok I'll eat.. But would you mind staying here while I do?"
He snorted:
-"why do you want me to stay?"
-"I would like you to talk to me a little bit.. I have nothing to do here, I would just like to be entertained for a bit.."
-"seriously? Do you think I'm some kind of clown or so? Girl, I have other stuffs to do than entertaining you."
-"n-no! That's not what I meant! I-I don't mean you're a clown.. Just.. I'll end up insane if the only thing I can do is stay here and stare at the walls, the ceiling or even that clock.. I thought it was in your interest to keep me healthy and mental health is also a part of it.."

He sighed. I knew I had a point here.
-"fine. I'll stay here for a bit but I want to see you eat."

I nodded:
-"I'll eat..."
I sat further on the bed, my back against the wall, cross-legged.
I grabbed the tray, pulling it on my legs:
-"so... Can you tell me what's your favorite movie? And why?"

I started with a random question, of course, I knew he would get mad if I started asking too personal things such as 'do you enjoy working here' or 'do you enjoy destroying people's lives', that's why I had chosen to start with a simple question, not too intrusive.

He looked around, thinking about his answer.
In the meanwhile, I grabbed a croissant that was on the tray, shoving a piece into my mouth.

He finally said:
-"my favorite movie is probably Shutter Island. Have you seen it?"

I shook my head, not being able to reply as my mouth was full of food, making me look similar to a squirrel.

A nearly invisible smile flashed on his face as his eyes fell on my small figure.
He said again:
-"so I won't spoil! At first, the story of this movie came from a book. I own the book so I can give it to you if you're interested in knowing what it's about"

I had almost finished all the food, the breakfast was quite tasty, I was surprised to get such a good breakfast from people who treated me as if I were nothing more than some toy.

I nodded at his words:
-"I'd love to read it."
-"Ok, I'll bring that to you later today. Are you done with your food?"
I nodded:
-"yes.."
-"put the tray on the nightstand."

I nodded again, placing the tray back to where he asked me to.
He stepped closer to grab it:
-"I have to go now, if I'm being too long we'll both get in trouble. I'll come back later with the book and probably your dinner."

I nodded once more:
"Ok.. Thanks."

He didn't reply to that and left, once again locking the door behind himself.

I had no idea of how to get closer to him. I didn't really want to get to know him but I also really felt like this was my only hope of getting out of here.
What was annoying me the most was that I didn't have much time to get to know him, in a month I was supposed to be leaving with the bastard who bought me, so my time was short.
I didn't even know if he had the key to unlock my chains and that's what I wanted to find out and that's why I thought seducing him sounded like the best solution for now.
I thought perhaps if I did so, he'd talk a bit too much, be more weak, less careful and maybe that would give me an opportunity to escape. Or in the best scenario, if I was able to make him fall for me, he would be the one to help me out of here.
For now, that was my only chance to free myself.

I glanced at the clock. It was only 11AM.
I let out a shaky sigh. That was so long to wait until dinner time.

My eyes laid on the chain that was restraining me.
I knew this was pointless, but I stood up on the bed, grabbing the chain with both of my hands, wrapping it around one of my wrist. I put one of my feet on the wall and tried to pull on the chain with all my weight.
Of course this didn't work, the chain didn't even move a little, but I kept trying until I was out of breath.
My forehead was a little damp due to my useless effort, my wrist was now painful, just as my palms.
I plopped down on the mattress again, a desperate sob escaping my throat.
I muttered to myself:
-"what am I going to do..."
I hid my face in my hands, letting my tears soak my cheeks once more.
Everything was painful, from my body to my soul.
I just wanted to get back to my life, it wasn't perfect but I still loved it. I just wished I could be at work instead of being a captive in there. I wished I could hang out with my friends, I wished I could see my parents.
I just wished I could feel the wind, the rain and the sun on my skin.

My parents were probably so worried about me, my friends, my coworkers.
I hoped the police was looking for me, I hoped they would find some clues that would guide them to me.

I had been crying so hard, so desperately, thinking about all this, that I ended up falling asleep again without even noticing it.