The Enigma Of Deceptive Love

Chapter 2: Confusion

I wake up yet again.
It was so dark. Ma. please. Help me. I'm scared. You've always been there. You had always been there.

These thoughts had captured my mind till it actually hit me. I'm completely trapped. There are metal handcuffs, holding me back. I try moving my legs, as expected, they're tied down by metal chains too.
It seemed like a billion people had already been on this bed. It was soaked with blood. God, this room stunk.

I hear footsteps.

It gets closer. And closer.

Finally, a burning ray of light hits my eye.
I see a figure walking up to me, it gets closer. My vision being blurred, can't really capture the face. The darkness wasn't helping either. Based on the figure, I make out that it was a man.

He bows down, looking at me, I presumed. While my eyes adjust, the light helps me in seeing his face. His eyes. At least. The ray of light creates a sort of line, hitting exactly his eye.
Not a flinch.
I wait for him to initiate conversation. He stays silent and continues looking, eyeing me down. I follow the route his eyes travel. Up. Down. Up. Down. Slowly getting self-conscious and intimidated by the silence, I initiate conversation, "Do you guys mind washing the bed once in a while? It stinks in here"

He replies with something close to a snicker. He moves a bit, takes something out, and throws it at my face.

"Wear this and come outside for roll call in five."
His voice sounds a bit muffled, like it's coming through some sort of a mask.
"I would, if I could move" I said looking at the chains.
"Right." Soon enough, I hear the clinking of a billion keys. He reaches over to unleash me. This was my chance.

He finally releases me, unaware that one of his keys had fallen down. Unaware that I had taken them. Unaware that I was ready to attack.
I angle the key, slowly standing up
"Excuse me?" I say
He turns. This is it. I am going to do it. Probably my only way of getting out of here. I close my eyes and thrust the keys into his eyes with all my force.
Blood squirts all over me, I didn't care. All I cared about was how disgusting he looked. And of course, how to get out too.

He screams in pain. I try my best to suppress all the noise and run off.
I open the door desperately gathering up the strength to sprint off as fast as possible.
I see an extremely long corridor, wide enough for about four, moderately large, trucks. It looked like some kind of a fancy hotel, nothing like what it hid beneath, painted, a very comfortable shade of yellow and peach. Chandeliers hung across the corridor about a meter far each.

I then realize that there are four-to-five, huge black shadowy figures, lurking around the corridor. We almost make eye contact. I spare no time to sprint across the corridor. Desperate to reach somewhere. Anywhere.
I feel a very strong grip around my neck, dragging me down, eventually pinning me on the ground.
It was the shadowy figure. They were armed. They were guards, obviously. I thought I could outrun them. How naive.

My vision blurry. I try to map out their face. It was covered with a mask. I try becoming familiar with their eyes. They looked lifeless. Ultimately, there's only so much a fainting person can see.
"I would've given my soul in return for the life she's been given and she wants to run away."
"Exactly.

Slowly regaining consciousness, I try sitting up only to realize that I'd been tied down, a different room, ropes this time. I look around again. Landing my eyes on a bright red spot, I memorize the point, look around again. I see it again. And again. And again.
I try wiggling out of the ropes. Useless.

"Don't fight it, it'll only make the pain worse, try embracing it. You'll adjust to it soon." A gruff voice said.
Still trying to adjust my vision to the darkness, finally finding a figure, I look at it, cursing it, cursing my life, wanting to say so much. Can't, for some reason.
"Good. Now wear it, while I'm being nice." The voice said.
"My hands?" I say. Hopefully.
"Tryna play smart again?"
I scoff.

"Listen carefully. If you look to the right, you'll see a bright red light. You've noticed that right? Now, if you're smart, you would've realized those are cameras. Don't you dare play detective again.
You're good at changing in the dark anyway. I'll be here, watching you. Don't worry. Professional reasons. I have no interest in what Boss wants."

I hear footsteps getting closer, till I finally feel my hands getting released.
God, the relief.
"Quick."
I take a look at the clothes. Nevermind, can't see anything.
I think of the safest way to change here. Pant first? Shirt first? Screw it.
I undress as fast as possible. Using the clothes they gave me as cover.
I felt no weird gaze over me. It was almost like no one was there.
I quickly wear the clothes and turn back. I don't see any figure. Maybe he left? Maybe I can try again? Maybe.

I slowly tip toe to the door. Very well aware that people may be watching me. Ready to take the risk nevertheless.
I drag my hand across the door, trying to figure out where the handle was. Just then it opened, to blinding lights.
"The doors are very sensitive to sound y'know" the same guy said.
I stayed silent.
I see light again. Same corridor, I look down to see what I'm wearing.
"I don't like the colour." I said.
"Why not, blue suits you."

It wasn't blue. It was, maybe. It was more of a greyish shade I'd say.
I greyish-blue shirt, with the same coloured pants. There was a number near my chest. I felt like I was in a prison, outside a prison.