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2- Many, many questions.

   "I don't understand why the dilpe is skyrocketing off the graph." A familiar deep voice arouses me from my slumber, a pounding pain greeting me by stinging the back of my head as if needles are getting stuck there one by one

   "I don't know either... Maybe it will tell us when it wakes up." A woman's voice rings in my ears, my thoughts racing and jumping to conclusions and more and more questions.

   Besides the conversing people, I hear the steady plop plop plop of water splashing on something hard, and the sound of footsteps tap tap tapping away as if one of the two people speaking is either walking in circles or pacing the floor.

   Where am I? Who are they? Why in the world does my head hurt?? And what the hell happened?!

   I brace myself as my eyelids decide to uncover my eyes, and to my surprise, they land on the man who had that weird object that I saw earlier, and a woman that I do not recognize.

   The woman and man both give me their attention, the man looking as if he is holding his breath at the sight of my eyes. The woman on the other hand, studies me curiously as if I am an experiment. Her eyes are beady and so dark of a shade of brown that they look black, no pupil identifiable in the center. The woman's hair is cut in short, choppy lengths, blonde streaks neatly shaded within the majority of her brown hair. Her eyelashes are short, eyebrows with a high arch, and a small sly smile as if she knows something about me that I never want to find out.

   After I take my eyes off of her face, I realize both the woman and the man are wearing black and gray skin-tight outfits as if they were in The Hunger Games Catching Fire movie or are about to go surfing with a full-body swimsuit. Along with their clothes, they each have a thin silver bracelet that has a small circle at the top, like a watch, but instead of a clock it is an thin engraved stone.

   The woman's high cheekbones stand out uniquely just as the man's neat jawline does, making me think they are related.

   I scan the well-lit room and realize I am in a basement. Noticing my hands are tied above me and my feet dangle off the stone floor, my stomach does a flip-flop, my heart picking up its steady pace.

   From what I can see, there is no door. The room is pretty large, four stone walls making up it. Bars and pipes sit above my head, along with the pipe that I am dangling from, which is where a leak has sprouted, the trickle of water dripping onto the floor.

   Alongside the wall to my right, a wooden workbench is stuck in place, weapons of all different shapes and sizes sitting atop it like none I have ever seen before. On the wall to my left, chains sit on the floor. My eyes follow the metal loops back to where it sprouts, which is on a blank plaque in the wall.

   Blood splatters are here and there, some dark crimson, others nearly a black color, but all of them are dry.

   As a shiver runs down my spine, I glance down at myself. My cold feet are missing their white converses, and to my surprise, my shirt is stained with blood that looks like it has been dropping from somewhere above.

   I attempt to look right above me, but the movement makes me wince, my head throbbing and vision becoming fuzzy momentarily.

    "Hi there." The woman startles me, sucking me out of my daze. "We have a few questions to ask ya."

   "What the hell is going on?" I grumble, my mouth barely operating properly without sending a pang of hurt through my temple and skull. "Did you two kidnap me?"