Hostage

Six

She woke up to a loud screeching sound booming down from the heavens. However, when Allison opened her eyes to the dark, musty prison, she realized she was far from a holy kingdom. In fact, she might even be in the depths of hell.

Wide blue eyes were drawn to the opposite side of the room, where dark boots were climbing down the short latter. She pushed her body off the cold, hard floor and into an upright position.

The man who appeared at the bottom of the latter wasn't one of the two men she'd already had the pleasure of meeting. This man was tall and muscular, like Erik, but his thinner frame and boyish features showed he was younger. Probably about Allison's age, maybe even younger. In his hand, was a paper plate, and a plastic red cup was tucked under the same arm.

His eyes didn't meet hers when he spoke, instead, his gaze focused on the ground in front of her, "I uh- brought you something to eat," he sounded unsure, maybe even nervous.

At these words,  Allison felt a grumbling in her stomach as she realized just how hungry she really was. How long had it been since she last ate? How long had she been down here? It felt like an eternity already.

The man took slow steps in her direction before placing the plate and cup a few feet from her bound body. She reached out and pulled the plate across the concrete closer to her, examining it. A scrambled egg and two pieces of semi-burn toast. Yum.

After viewing her meal, she lifted her gaze back to the mystery man. Their eyes finally met, and even with just the dim light of a single bulb, Allison could make out his piercing hazel stare contrasting vividly against his tanned skin.

For a moment, they stared at one another, neither of them saying a word.

The food bearing stranger was the first one to crack, breaking the eye contact and clearing his throat.

He stepped across the room and sat down in the metal folding chair on the wall. He preceded to act as if she wasn't there, staring at his hands in his lap intensely.

Allison was too consumed in her own hunger to ponder on this captor's curious behavior. Looking back at the floppy plate, she picked up a piece of toast and bit into its crunchy crust. It was dry and bland, but it was something. She finished both slices and went to start on the eggs when she realized she lacked a fork.

"I don't have a fork." She stated, it was the first thing she'd said since the man's arrival. Her voice sounded raspy, from the crying, but also monotonous and defeated, like the life was drained from her vocal chords.

The man looked up from his hands, "I uh- I can't give you a fork."

His eyes shot to the closed trap door, before returning to the sitting girl.

"What, I might use it as a weapon?"

He continued to stare at her wordlessly.

"Would you blame me?" She asked softly, almost to herself.

More blank, soundless staring.

"So I'm supposed to eat it with my hands?"

The sitting boy opened his mouth to answer, but closed it when no words came out, and looked down to his hands again.

"So you claim to not be animals but you have no problem treating me like one..." Allison mumbled, frustrated, before reaching and grabbing the squishy yellow eggs in her hands.

When she'd finished her food and water, the man grabbed her plate and cup and headed towards the exit. Before he begun his climb however, he turned and looked to the captive with sad eyes.

"I'm sorry."

The apology was so quiet Allison wasn't sure she'd heard him right at first.

Before she could say anything, though, he climbed the latter and disappeared, leaving only a strange feeling in the pit of Allison's stomach.

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