The Enigma of Love

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You wake up in small room lit by fluorescent lights, your head aches. What happened? You couldn't remember much of anything, what you did remember was sitting in the car while your dad was at the bank. A well dressed man with closely shorn hair and rectangular glasses got into the driver's seat of the car. You recall him spraying something in your face as you notice the bitter, chemical taste in your mouth.

Where am I? This room is very unfamiliar. There's two beds, the one you're sitting on and one on the other side of the room. There's a bathroom just to the left of your bed, a yellow flower decorates the sink. The room smells like drying paint and bleach, which doesn't help your headache.

You take some more time to explore the rest of the room (not that there's much to explore, but what else can you do?) It's not long before you hear the jangling of keys and see the door open. Not knowing what to do, you back away from the door and sit on the bed you woke up in. In steps the same neatly dressed man who took you, he was wearing a black button down shirt, none of the buttons left undone. He just stood there, staring, as if waiting for you to say something. You had a lot of questions, so you decided to ask what seemed most important at the time,
"what am I doing here?"

The man furrowed his brow, like he was wondering how to answer such a simple question, he finally gave a reply
"That doesn't concern you at the moment."

This got you pretty irritated, Doesn't concern me? How the hell doesn't it concern me? You wanted some answers, anything would do at this point, but before you could ask another question, the man spoke again.

"Um, Do you know how to dance?"

This caught you off guard.

"What?"

"Nothing, never mind, I'm trying to be good.."

Okay.. there was a kind of awkward silence, which felt like an eternity, but in reality was probably only a few seconds.

"Just, please, keep your room clean, I've left some cleaning products in your bathroom, the blue is for the tile and the red is for ceramic surfaces."

He turned and uttered a quick goodbye before shutting the door, you heard the key turn in the lock. The grogginess of the drugs had just about worn off and a wave of anxiety washed over you. You realized that you weren't going home, everything you've wanted to do with your life may never happen, all the people you love may never see you again. You felt tears sting your eyes and roll down your cheeks, and your sobs broke the silence in your empty room.