Little Lamb

14 ❦ lost little lamb

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The hours crawled by as I sat alone on the bed in my room, my mind a tangled mess of emotions and thoughts. I found myself smiling, the confrontation with him replaying over and over in my head. Each detail was seared into my memory, the taste of his lips, his manly scent, his elegant hands roaming over my body. I never expected it. He was so beautiful.

I paced the room restlessly, searching for some sense of purpose in the emptiness that surrounded me. The silence was oppressive, the factory's decaying walls and rusted machinery a stark reminder of my isolation.

"Lola, I'm so sorry."

Those green, confused, and shocked eyes flashed in my mind. Allister's words still clung to the back of my mind. He had tried to care for me, but I had lashed out in my fear and frustration. I felt bad for putting up a fit, bad for blaming him for what happened. It wasn't his fault. I was so wrong for it. I wished I could apologize to him. I would when I saw him.

I glanced around the room, the bare walls and minimal furnishings offering little comfort. The only window was small and high up, letting in just a sliver of daylight. The cold, hard floor felt unforgiving under my feet, mirroring the harsh reality of my situation.

Taking a deep breath, I decided I couldn't stay confined in this room any longer. I needed to clear my mind, something to occupy my mind and keep the despair at bay. I decided to explore the labyrinthine halls of the abandoned factory.

The echo of my footsteps filled the corridors as I wandered aimlessly, peering into empty rooms and storage areas. Rusted machinery and discarded tools littered the space, remnants of a time when this place had been alive with activity. Now, it was a decaying husk, a ghost of its former self.

Eventually, I stumbled upon a large, open area that seemed different from the rest. The air was thick with the pungent smell of chemicals, and the walls were stained with splatters of unknown substances. In the center of the room, a pool of dark, viscous liquid shimmered under the dim light.

Curiosity tugged at me, drawing me closer to the pool. The liquid seemed almost hypnotic, like glittery moon water, its surface rippling slightly as if alive. I can imagine bathing in that, rising from the waters like a goddess reborn, I reached out, my fingers hovering just above the surface, a strange compulsion urging me to touch it.

"You better not touch that," a voice rang out, startling me. I jerked my hand back and turned to see a masked man standing in the shadows, a gun slung over his shoulder. He stepped forward, his eyes hidden behind the mask, but his stance was tense and alert.

My heart raced as I took a step back, trying to gauge his intentions. "Who are you?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

He remained silent for a moment, then shrugged. "Just a guy keeping an eye on things," he replied, his voice muffled by the mask. "And keeping people from making stupid mistakes."

I bit my lip glancing at the pool of magnetic liquid, then back at him. "What is it?"

"Something you don't want to mess with," he said flatly. "It's dangerous. One touch and you could be in a world of pain."

I shuddered, a chuckle leaving my lips
"Why are you still here, then?"

He scanned the room with a critical eye, his gaze pausing on the rusting machinery and grimy walls. "Same reason as you're wandering around," he retorted, a smirk playing on his lips. "What, did they let you out?"

I shook my head, a cynical smile pulling at the corners of my mouth. "No," I replied, my tone edged with sarcasm. "You people don't bother locking the doors."