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Silence.
The first thing Imani observed. The place she had been moved to was silent, and everything was completely still. Almost as if the world had stopped.
It felt like she had been hit by a bus. Her body seemed to be in pain from head to toe. Obviously when she took the fall, she injured herself pretty badly.
A deep grunt leaves her lips as she sat up in the...canopy? This wasn't a bed. It was more like a comfortable swing with pillows and a large grey blanket sprawled on it.
"Mmph..." her eyes squeezed shut as she shook her head and gripped her knees with her cold hands.
She noticed that she was still fully dressed. Of course, that was a good sign in any situation like this one. It signified that she hadn't been touched externally, but that didn't meant that they didn't take extra measures and inject her with something.
Perhaps she watched too many movies. But it was best to be prepared for any and everything, and keep the mindset that anybody could be fucked up in the head to do such a thing.
There was a soft knock coming from the door. Imani hadn't even taken the time out to look around.
"Can I come in?" A voice asked from the other side.
Imani instantly went into panic mode, scooting back on the canopy and dropping her hands on either side of her thighs.
"I know you're up. I can hear you moving." The voice says.
It was a man, evidently. He spoke with a friendly and welcoming tone but those were always the ones you couldn't trust.
Imani never gave an answer. The man took the initiative to step in without permission. She could hear his hard shoes hitting the floors as he stepped inside of the room.
Imani's eyes shot over to him. He was dressed down in black. He wore black pants, a tight black shirt and black running shoes. But why were they so damn loud the bottom of the shoe wasn't designed to be hard?
Taking a brief look at his face, she could easily tell that he was a ladies man. He was admittedly hot as hell, and nobody could deny it.
His hair was a gorgeous black, grown all around to where it closely resembled a mullet. Streaks of silver invade the dark strands.
His eyes were kind and soft brown. His lips plump and pink, nose the perfect size and mold. He was a pretty guy. Imani was jealous.
"Hey." He speaks, stopping in front of her. Imani's eyebrows draw together.
"You're shaking-" he reached out to touch but Imani slapped his hand away.
"Don't touch me." She snarled, giving him a fierce look that he didn't seem intimidated by in the slightest.
