The Enigma of Love

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   You lay on the bed, salty tears dry on your face. You wonder what time it is, there's no windows or even a clock, so there's no way to know how long you'd been here.
   You could've been here for hours, even days! The sound of your stomach grumbling suggested it must have been a while.

   You sat up and sighed, your recent anxiety had since worn off, so there was nothing to distract you from your hunger or boredom.
    Eventually you began pacing around the room, stopping occasionally to do some jumping jacks or a push-up. Once that got old, you resorted to dancing to songs you had stuck in your head.

This is absolute torture.

   But you stopped your humming of  Surfin' USA when you heard the man talking to someone just outside your room.

"She must be scared to death! What on earth were you thinking?"

It sounded like a woman

"I'm sorry Patricia, I got into the wrong car!"

"You had one job, Dennis. This is such a stupid mistake. I'm going in there."

"No, you don't have to do tha-"

The door opened and you felt so relieved that someone was here to help you.
But your hopes soon disappeared when the woman stepped in and you saw she wasn't a woman at all.
   This was the same man who kidnapped you, dressed in a long black skirt and a red turtleneck.

   "Don't worry dear, everything's going to be alright."

   She spoke with a soft British accent, there was something very calming yet unnerving about him (her?).

   "Now, what's your name?"

"(Y/N), my name is (Y/N).."

   "Pleasure to meet you, (Y/N). Are you hungry? Why don't I fix you something to eat."

   You remembered your empty stomach and quickly accepted the offer, you didn't want to starve here.

   "Come along, love. We'll have a proper meal in the kitchen!"

   She turned on her heel and headed out the door, you expected she wanted you to follow so you trotted up behind her.
   Patricia lead you through a room with a computer and down a short hallway into the kitchen. She gestured for you to take a seat at the small foldable table.

"I do hope Dennis hasn't frightened you, he's not well."

She walked to the counter and switched on the radio, grainy sounds of 40's jazz floated through the room.

   Patricia took two slices of white bread and began making you a sandwich, she told you many "fun facts" and you gave her the occasional "oh?", "yeah", and "mhm" to assure her that you were listening.
   You scanned the room for any means of escape, you spotted a knife block (which was right next to Patricia, so there's no chance of grabbing one of those knives).
   Then you have an idea, it might be stupid, but what've you got to lose at this point?
    You slowly rise from you seat and inch towards the chair opposite you
    You take the foldable wooden chair by the stile, and in one swift movement, break it over Patricia's back.
   This earned a loud shout from Patricia, and you took this moment to run as fast as you could out of the kitchen and down the hallway.
   You ran and turned corners and went down stairs, you tripped and fell once but this didn't slow you down. You didn't know what your desired destination was, you just knew it was anywhere but here.
   You were nearly out of breath when you found a room with lockers lining the walls. There was nowhere else to run, so in a last attempt at hiding you jumped into an open locker labeled "Jade" and closed the door.