Rage, Love, Lust

Trapped

"Let me fucking go!" She struggles while trying to push the chair closer to the door. With each tug she lets out a pained groan. Her hands behind her back getting pulled together by the handcuffs tighter and tighter each time. "Jesus christ." She mutters to herself. "I know you can hear me out there you motherfuckers!" She yells out to them.

Just as shes about to yell again the door infront of her opens. An older man walks in, he looks about 60, at least.
"What the fuck man?"
He sits in the chair facing her, holding a clipboard and pen.

"Name?"
"You're kidding me, right?"
"Name." He repeated in a more demanding tone. She paused and thought to herself. Should I lie? No, just play along.
"Eleanore."
"Age?" He questioned while writing down what was assumed to be her name onto the clipboard.
"24."
"Why were you in this area, Eleanore?"
"Look I couldnt give less of a shit about whatever you guys are. I was just passing through."
"So if you were just passing through why would you try and attack my men?"
She was silent. This didnt look good on her behalf.
"Look, I swear man I wasnt planning on shooting them. They were where I needed to go. It was just a precaution."
He gives her a suspicious look.
"If I wanted to shoot then then i would've done it straight away."
He continues to stare at her with narrowed eyes.

Shit. She thinks to herself. He wasnt buying it, and he had every reason not to. She knew he could see right through her.

"Where are you trying to get to?"
"What the fuck has it got to do with you?"
"Answer!" He yells as he slams his fist onto the fragile metal table seperating the two of them. "Now."
"Im trying to find my sister." He sarcastically chuckles at her answer.
"What the fuck is so funny? Huh?"
"What makes you think shes alive, Eleanore?" He stops laughing and leans over the table, his face close enough to hers that she can feel the warmth of his breath. "In a world like this nobody can survive on their own. Not for a long time."
Her chest rises up and down as she breaths heavily, trying to suppress her anger. In a low tone she threatens.
"Man you are so lucky im in fucking handcuffs right now."
He lets out another extremely sarcastic laugh and puts his pen to his paper and writes for a moment.

"Well then, Eleanore. Someone will be with you soon to tell you what we're gonna do with you." He stands up and begins to walk towards the door.
"Whats that meant to mean?" He doesnt reply as he places his hand on the door handle.
"Hey! What the fuck is that supposted to mean?" She shouts, but its no use.

He opens the door and slowly shuts it behind him. She couldnt bear sitting in this uncomfortable silence while not being able to move. Now its just a waiting game.

//~~~~~~~~~~//

At least an hour had passed. She gave up on shouting a while ago. She was just lost in her thoughts, thinking about what would happen now.

Would she be killed? What about her sister? She let out a frustrated groan.
"Fuck!" She shouts as she stomps her feet on the ground. Her eyes dart to the door as the squeaking of the hinges alert her.

Its a different man, who she hasnt seen before. He sits down, facing her just as the other man did.

"If you're gonna kill me just get it over with." He lets out a small laugh out of his nose.
"Nobodys gonna kill you."
This surprised her. Her facial expression changed from frowning now to a look of confusion and curiosity.

"So, what now?"
"You're gonna be staying here from now on." The look of anger on her face was back.
"What?"
She asked out of genuine curiosity.
"Its compulsary. Apart of what we need to do to make sure nobody leads anyone here." He says while looking her dead in the eye. She tries to lean in the best she can.
"I promise you, you let me go I wont say a word about this place to anybody. Ever." He clicks his tongue.
"Yeah, no. That cant happen honey, im sorry."
"I- please. I need to find my-"
"Your sister, I know." He interrupted. She knew by his face that he had the same opinion on her as the other man.

"How long has she been gone exactly?"
She hesitates before answering. She knew he was gonna just laugh in her face.
"3 years." He looks down at the table and sighs.
"Right." She knew what he was thinking. Exactly what she suspected.

Eleanor could feel the tears forming in her eyes as all memories of her sister come rushing into her head. Her attempt to blink to try and prevent them from falling were useless.
"Please. Im begging you. I know shes out there." He looks up at her and sees the tears rolling down her cheek.
"Cmon now, dont cry." He sighs. "Its not my decision anyways sweetie. Im real sorry about your sister." He says while beginning to stand up.
"Hey, where are you going?"
"Just wait."
"Im sick of fucking waiting!" He ignores her as he opens the door and leans into the other room, but he keeps the door open with his leg.
"Paul," He pauses and before he finishes his sentence, he turns to her. "its time."