The russian one

Chapter 48 : Who knows ?

Y/n's POV

When I woke up 4 weeks ago, I didn't know where I was, I was in an unknown room with transparent walls and strangers around who were just observing me. I had the feeling to be in a kind of exhibition, a zoo, except that the animal kept in a cage that everyone can observe is none other than me. I was trying my best to hide my confusion and fear, especially as I quickly noticed their looks of hatred towards me. It didn't take me long to deduce my guilt, what was it due to? I don't know. Once I saw that I had electronic cuffs as well as an electronic collar I understood that these people were, are not amateurs and that the situation goes far beyond a simple kidnapping. I must have done something horrible to end up in such a cell and to have what looks like a laser gun pointed at me. I received no explanation from either their leader with the eye patch or the girl who sometimes accompanies him. I would have talked to them if I hadn't seen hatred and fear in their eyes. It wasn't as obvious as with the others, but I still noticed it. I don't know what I did to make everyone hate me so much but it's not nice.

I feel like everyone here wants to kill me. I mean, everyone until he came in three weeks ago, I thought everyone hated me. However, he came calmly, with no hatred or apprehension in his eyes. I didn't see any negative feelings towards me in his eyes, but that didn't mean I trusted him right away, he could very well be hiding his game and his emotions. I quickly realized that he had no resentment towards me, especially when he pretended to get angry at me by hitting the window. There was no animosity in his eyes, just pain and hope. Then he entered my cell even though everyone else there tried to stop him. After that, I don't remember much of what happened, everything is black. Until I wake up in my cell again with a numb body.

I have no idea what happened after the man with the funny beard entered my cell. Now that I think about it, when he asked me questions at first he was talking about something I had done, he asked me why I hadn't killed them. Is that why I'm locked up here? Did I try to kill them? Who ? Why are there so many guards? Why so much protection for them? Am I that dangerous? Who the f*ck I am ? It's true that when he entered my cell, some of them were shouting at him not to do that, others looked petrified, one of them approached the laser cannon and the other one started to grip his hammer tighter, as if they expected to have to fight. But what did I do to deserve all of this? What did I f*cking do?

The man who went in came back, he had a bruise on his face, I guess I did that to him. However, he didn't seem to be angry with me, on the contrary he looked even more worried and sad. Maybe it was my father? What kind of man would forgive someone who tried to kill him? Anyway, day after day he kept coming to see me, with friends of his, including the tall blond and the dark-haired man with glasses who had approached the gun last time. That dark-haired guy read me the English dictionary, I have no idea why but he was taking notes as he went along. Maybe they want to know if I speak English, after all I haven't said a word since the beginning. These three men kept coming for 2 weeks, talking to me, reading books, telling stories. Honestly when they come I feel less like a prisoner in a cage. Every day I looked forward to their arrival, especially the man with the beard and funny glasses.

Then today another person enters the scene, a redhead with green eyes. She slowly approaches my cell with a slight limp. This is the first time I see her. The dark-haired girl accompanies her.

"Hi Y/n" she says as she comes in.

Like the others, she called me Y/n. Is it really my first name? I can't remember, it's frustrating.

"Do you like it here?" she then asks me. Does she really think I like it here? Does it feel like it ?

"I understand that you don't speak, do you hear us at least?" Of course I hear you, what kind of questions is that ?