Once upon a story

Chapter Ten

I was placed onto a hard wooden chair and the material was pulled from my eyes causing me to blink before I could grow accustomed to the new light. I looked at the room I had been placed in, it was a square with a door on one side and the other three walls had no pattern or features but due to the dull light swinging above my head everything seemed to be in black and white. My hands had been tied tightly in a rough, thick piece of rope and were positioned on the cold metal table in front of me. There was one large suited man standing beside the one door glaring at me but he hadn’t said a word or moved after removing my blindfold. The whole room stank of wet dog.

The light continued to swing above my head but there was no wind reaching where I had been sat. I closed my eyes and tried to focus but I couldn’t string a sentence of words together in my head which just resulted in a numb headache. The knots around my wrists were tied tightly and I was clearly unable to remove them but the frayed end was within my grip so I began to play with that in an attempt to pass the time. Soon even this activity lost interest and I looked around the room once more. Again I couldn’t see colours and the man by the door still hadn’t moved and the light above my head, I noticed, wasn’t even positioned in the middle of the ceiling. It was slightly to the left. This was extremely annoying so much so that I took a deep breath and interrupted the silence.

“Your light is off centre” I say in a scratched voice from lack of use in the last few hours. I regret this action as I notice how dehydrated I am and it didn’t cause even as much as a blink from the man beside the door. I turn back to the table and tap my bare feet quietly on the wooden floor of the room and try to ignore the growingly prominent smell of dog that I consider is being pumped purposefully into the room in an attempt to disgust me.

Suddenly the door opens and a whispered conversation takes place behind me but I keep my eyes fixed firmly on the floor despite desperately wanting to see another face of the people who have dragged me from my home.

“I hear you were commenting on our décor” A voice says from behind me and I jump slightly at the new sounds that echo around the square room. The owner of the voice in a tall man with big hair, a goatee and a leather jacket. None of which suits him in the slightest. I raid my brain from where I recognise his voice from but it draws up blank.

“What am I doing here?” I ask in a surprisingly strong voice that seems to shock us both, the man takes a seat at the table and places his palms together under his chin as if he is studying me like an exotic creature or a difficult puzzle. He laughs slightly to himself before replying to me,

“We need to ask you a few questions. That’s all” he speaks slowing in a patronising manor that causes me to roll my eyes and look away from him.

“Just take me home” I say after a pause, still not looking at him. I feel his hand roughly grab my chin and pull me back to face him, his grip is hard and I am sure on a normal person it would cause a bruise that would last for weeks.  He looks into my eyes, judging me, before asking his first question.

“This should be easy enough for you” He says with a snide smile “What is your name?” I do not reply so he tightens his grip on my chin causing me to wince in pain. His face still smiles as he asks once more. “What is your name?”

“Sarah” I whisper in a breath and he lets go of me and leans back in his chair.

“Well Sarah, who are you?” he asks but I don’t understand the question. In an attempt to look slightly more confident than how I am feeling I mirror his action and lean back into my chair as well.

I run my tongue along my teeth and repeat my first answer “Take me home”

“What are you?” he asks after a pause and leans forward. I roll my eyes but only answer the same thing: