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I sit on an old blue chair in the corner of the small space as I contemplate my next move. Do I stay here, or do I venture into the hallway. As I stare at my bed, I feel greatful, in a way, that I didn't wake up tied down and gagged. Its a small bed, and it wasn't the most comfortable, but it's a defini te step-up.

My nose is sore and I have a split lip. As I run my tongue along the tender skin, I feel the headache beginning to return. I want an Advil so badly right now.

I get up and walk around the small room. There is a single bed in the center, and an empty nightstand with a little lamp. I open a door to a small bathroom with nothing but a toilet and a small sink with a mirror.

Seeing my reflection, I flinch. My nose is badly bruised from when Thomas hit me.

Thomas.

I need to know what he was talking about. Where am I? Why would they kill me?

Looking back at myself, I feel slightly embarrassed, my eyes are ringed with dark circles, bruises cover my nose and jaw. There's blood crusted along my face and on my clothes. Gross. Gently, I wash off my face in attempt to be rid of the dead zombie look I'm currently sporting.

Finally, my curiosity, the pain, and my hunger get the best of me. I glance over at the door and finally push myself to open it.

I open the door only to reveal two huge men standing right outside.
They both look at me. They look suprised?

Gaining beck their wits, the taller one says, "Hello miss, you are requested in the president's office immediately."

He begins walking and I quickly follow attempting to keep up with his stride. The second man falling in step behind us.

The president? I subtly glance around and wherever we are doesnt look like somewhere the president would stay.

Lost in my thoughts, I bump into the man leading us when he stops in front of a large set of double doors.
I mumble an apology as he gives me a dirty look and turns to knock.

"Enter."

Really? Enter. Wow.

Wow.

We enter into a huge office. It feels warm and cozy. A huge stone fireplace provides most of the rooms light and warmth. My eyes are drawn to the rich colored hard wood floors accented by a deep red patterned rug. The walls are covered with books and more books and more books. But at the center, a huge red oak desk occupied most of the rooms floor space, and sitting behind it, a middle aged woman with a perfectly slicked back bun and perfect attire, not one thing off. What ruins it though is the cold look in her eyes. The same look as in the briefing room. I'm guessing that this is a normal for her.

"Hello Tania"

I nod in acknowledgment afraid that my words may fail me.

"I would formally like to welcome you to Burundi. You are part of the team here now, and I have called Thomas down to give you an overview of what goes on here, and what your part will be in this entire thing." She gives me a practiced smile. "I look forward to working with you." And with that she goes back to her work and I am led out of the room.

I stare at the ground not speaking as we walk back to that small room I woke up in. It takes everything I have to hold back the tears.

"You will wait here until Thomas retrieves you."

The door is closed in my face and I collapse onto the bed in tears. I just want to go home. I need to find my brother and get out of here. We should have never came. If I had only listened to Daniel and we had gotten the car checked before leaving town, we wouldn't be here right now. I wish I could tell him how sorry I am. Lost in my tears and thoughts, a knock at the door startles me. I quickly compose myself and attempt to wipe the redness of my eyes away with my sleeve.

I open the door to the blank, emotionless, sculpted, abercrombie and fitch model face of Thomas. Wait.

"This way." Thomas turns on his heel and briskly walks in the opposite direction. What an ass. He just holds himself in a way that says he is superior to everyone around him.

This time, I take note of my surroundings. This place is a confusing labyrinth of long white hallways and shuttered windows.

Why are all the windows closed?

"If you're gonna speak, speak. I don't feel like tryna figure out what you just said to me."

He doesn't turn towards me as he talks, but keeps walking as if talking to himself. Instead of mumbling it to myself, I decide to ask.

"Why are all the--"

He gives me a cold look over his shoulder that instantly shuts my question down. Just kidding, I guess I wont ask.

"This is where you'll be staying."

Thomas opens a door to our left. Inside I see three beds, two of them occupied. Wow...knock much? For real he just barged in on these two girls. Girls. They're just girls, they look my age. Seventeen? Eighteen?

Looking at the blond haired girl, he says, "Brooke, show Tania to the showers, and get her something nice to wear." He gestures at my blood stained attire. Brooke just nods and stares at her hands in her lap. She looks extremely uncomfortable.

Focusing his gaze back on myself he studies me with his pale blue eyes. "I will be back to get you for dinner." With that, he leaves. And I'm left with these strangers in a strange room in a strange building in a country miles and miles away from my own. I have never felt so alone, and the worst part? There's about two more months before anyone will realize I'm gone.

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