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The door opens, and I jump. A tall woman walks in with a smile on her face that doesn't quite reach her eyes.

"Hello, dear."

This is the woman that brought me here. I muster a small smile to be polite. She doesn't seem quite as warm as she did when we were in the street. Her dark brown hair is slicked back into a perfect bun. She looks highly professional, and highly annoyed. Probably because she has to deal with me.

"Now, lets get right into it. A man is going to come in here and ask you some questions. You are going to behave yourself and answer truthfully."

She waits for an answer, staring into me with eyes so dark, they're almost black. I instantly lose any trust in her. There's something off about the way she portrays herself. Her eyes hold a certain coldness to them, its well hidden, but its there. When I don't answer, she sighs and moves on, eager to leave.

"It's completely your choice whether you cooperate or not, but I suggest cooperating."

What a snob. With that, she gets up and leaves the room shutting the door behind her.

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The man that enters the room sends chills down my spine. His huge muscular arms bulge under the black tee he's wearing, he's at least two whole heads taller than me, and his crew cut, and combat boots make me think he is part of the military. He is also highly attractive. I'm disgusted with myself for even thinking that. How could I-- my thoughts are interrupted.

The man that enters next makes the first guy look like a puppy. This is the man in charge, and definitely not someone to mess with. I swear I feel the temperature drop when he gives me a cold glare that freezes my insides with fear.

He is short and thin. Muscular, but nothing in comparison to the big guy. He has bright blue eyes the color of a clear sky. There is a long scar that stretches from his ear to his lower jaw. He has the looks of a merciless killer who would do anything to win. There is an air about him that sends serious chills down my spine.

He sits down not looking at me, and the hottie stands in the corner staring blankly at the wall across from him.

"Full name."

I don't answer. I'm a little surprised to hear him speak. He looks up at me with a look that could kill raising an eyebrow.

"What is your name?"

I still don't answer. I'm not quite sure why either. He is noticeably irritated now. He folds his hands in front of him and flashes a cruel looking smile at me.

"Sweetie. This is a simple question, and I'm going to give you one last try before I show you what happens when you screw with me. Okay?"

His eyes dare me to challenge him. I think about how the women back in my room said it was strange that Daniel remembers me. I look down at the table and stutter the words out.

"I don't--I cant remember."

He looks at me like he knows I'm toying with him.

"Where do you live?"

I hesitate, and I think I might cry if I can't control my nerves.

"I. Um. I can't remember."

He looks thoroughly aggravated now.

"Do you have any siblings?"

A loose tear streaks down my cheek when I think of Daniel and what they could be doing to him.

"I can't remember."

"Stand up."

I look up at him from the table. I'm scared. He snaps.

"Stand up! Thomas."

He motions for Thomas to help me out. Thomas walks over and yanks me out of the chair by my arm. When he shoves me back toward the wall, I see that his hand left bright red marks where he held my arm.

"Would you like to answer my questions now?"

I nod as hot tears now stream freely down my face. He seems satisfied with this answer.

"Who is Daniel?"

I bite my lip when I hear him spit out Daniel's name as if it were poison. I close my eyes in attempts to regain my composure.

"I really don't know."

I stare at a crack in the floor willing it to swallow me whole.

"Fair enough. Thomas, you know the drill."

With that, the man stands up, gathers his things leaving me with Thomas. I close my eyes, relieved that he's gone, but I remember Thomas is still here. He walks towards me looking me straight in the eye. I back away until I feel the cold hard wall against my back, preventing me from leaving. The feeling of pure terror wreaks havoc within my body.

Thomas moves in striking his hand at my neck, and pinning me against the wall. I sob as he lowers his head down to my ear.

"Don't let anyone know you have your memories, they'll kill you." He hesitates,"I'm sorry."

I don't move, utterly astonished. His eyes are full of pity as he raises his fist and slams it into my jaw. I hear a pop, and see stars. The pain resonates from my jaw all throughout my body acting as a ripple effect. He picks me up by my neck and throws me to the floor. Blood gushes out of my nose when it makes contact with the cold cement floor. The cloud returns, and as my body throbs and my blood begins to pool around me, I don't hesitate to give in.

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So what do you guys think? The president is a bit rough around the edges am I right? Well, I guess we'll have to find out whether that's true or not.

Thoughts on Thomas? Hottie or naah? Tani seems to think so!

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