"Victoria?"

Chapter Six

I felt my eyes slowly open. They felt so heavy and like they had weights tied on them forcing them to close but I wasn't tired at all so I tried my hardest to try and open them fully. I tried to move my hands but they couldn't go far, only to my mouth as they seemed to be handcuffed to a chain that was tied to the legs of my chair. I tried to move my feet instead and although I could move them more than my hands I still couldn't move them a lot.

I finally realised that my hands had been recently tied behind my back as I moved them more and felt rope burns on my wrist which now as the mental rubbed on my skin it caused more friction and therefore they became very sore and irritated. My grey eyes shot open when I realised that not only were my hands tied but also my feet were too and I had absolutely no idea how it happened, my mind was blank.

I was finally fully awake and my eyes didn't feel so heavy any more. My vision roamed around the room seeing a wall in the distance infront of me covered in only grey paint, or was it paint? Was it just the concrete wall colour? I really couldn't tell as my mind wasn't thinking straight. The other two walls, to my sides, and opposite each other were only half gret and the other half (the top half) was just windows with blinds on them. As I looked around even more I noticed that around the windows there were multi-coloured fairy lights as who ever owned this place was ready for Christmas which was in a few hours.

Oh yes. It was Christmas in a few hours and I was somewhere I had no idea of.

Suddenly a man with naturally jet black hair parted slightly to the left and with a fringe which came to his thick, black, straight eyebrows stood right in fornt of me. He had ice blue eyes with a slight glint og green in them as I looked him straight in the eyes. The man was wearing loose navy trousers which were held up with a black belt and a white shirt, tucked in to his trousers, with some sort of badge on the arms. I tried to look at what the badge was but as soon as he looked over to me he leaned over the chair and on the table to get a closer look at me.

He smiled.

"Are you feeling any better?" he asked me.His voice was deep, mysterious and very strong while his eyes just continued to stare in to mine.

I stared back at him, blinking a few times as I had only just woken up and he seemed to be expecting a full conversation.

"I..." I stumbled "I... Where am I?" I asked him feeling my voice go at the end of the sentence as my head fell near my chest as my neck gave in.

"You fell" the man before me told me as he smiled yet again pulling himself off the table and straightened himself up to then walk over to hsi right to the counter which had a sink, a few places, a microwave, mini oven and a dented kettle. 

"Here" he walked back over with a plate in both hands. He placed one in front of me on the table and one in fornt of himself also as he took the seat opposite me. He had made us both a cooked meal, chicken and chips.

I looked down at the plate and then back up to the man. He had a name tag on but my vision was still slightly blurry but I could see he was but still staring at me.

"You should probably eat" he politely said to me, covering his mouth while he was eating and then took his hand away once he finished his sentence.

I just looked at him not answering him as my vision began to unblur itself. I looked at his name badge again and read his name 'Thomas'.

"Tom" I said "What am I doing here?" I had to ask as I genuinely had no idea but it was just me and him, alone.

"You're safe here" his only reply was as he took another mouthful of the chicken off the end of his fork. He seemed really concerned that I wasn't eating the food he had cooked for us both but I just wasn't hungry.