After I showered, I wrapped myself in a fuzzy towel and stood in front of the mirror, wiping off the steam. My toffee eyes stared back at me, still looking as shocked as I felt. I shook my head, rubbing my eyes to force myself to return to earth.
With the towel still wrapped around me, I left the bathroom to find the bedroom still empty. I sighed with relief, not knowing if I could go through such an episode again. The shower had helped clear my mind, and as I stepped further into the room it began to race.
Someone had closed the broken window with black bags and tape, but it didn’t prevent a cool breeze from coming into the room. Goosebumps rose on my skin and I shivered, rubbing them. I spotted a pile of clothing at the foot of the bed, a pair of slippers just on the floor at the side.
I held up the fabric. It appeared to be a long-sleeved dress made of silk, its hem brushing the ground. It had a plunging v-neckline, the arms ending with lace - it spilled like long tendrils to the ground. Quite unusual. I didn’t think I’ve even seen such a style before.
But it looked warm. I noticed that there was no underwear, and I debated the filthy ones in the laundry basket in the bathroom. I shrugged. I wasn’t a prude; I had no qualms about showcasing my body. I had nothing to hide, actually. Modesty wasn’t taken seriously by my kind; it was rather a new custom to clad ourselves in adaption to modernised perspectives.
I pulled on the dress, my toes curling as it caressed my body. My people loved silk. It was all we ever really wore, rather to accentuate our beauty instead of our modesty.
Running my hand down the fabric, I searched for a comb, trying the door handle while passing it. It was locked. I found the brush I’d used previously in the bathroom and brushed my hair until the wet strands hung limply down my back.
Not knowing what else to do, I sat down on the bed. The silence was deafening, and I wondered why Cam hadn’t tried to contact me yet. I assured myself that he would call for me if he was in trouble, but the more I started to forget my own selfish worries and more on why he was so silent, the more the muscles in my lower back knotted.
I stood up quickly, closing my eyes as I closed myself within my own mind.
Cam?
No answer.
Cam, honey, are you alright?
Apprehensive, I tried harder, calling his name loudly, but the only sound in my mind was the echo of my mental voice.
“Shit.” He could be hurt. They might even be hurting him right now! The thought enraged me. Of course, I would know if they killed him, but the fact that he wouldn’t even answer made a red film of haze fall over my eyes.
“Hey!” I shouted to the door, pounding on it. “Let me out! Where is my brother? What have you done to him?”
No one answered. Gritting my teeth, I rushed towards one of the windows. Someone had drawn the drapes halfway on the unbroken one, and I yanked it back, revealing the backs of two guards at each window.
The window vibrated when I knocked, making them jump and face me, drawing what looked to be guns to the fore. I scowled fiercely at them.
“What have you done to my brother?” I shouted through the glass. Unease shot through me when they looked at each other, then back at me.
“He’s fine, ma’am,” said the one.
“I’ll be the judge of that!” I growled. “Where is he? I demand to know where he is! Or I swear you’ll both be dead before you can stop me!”
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