Captive

Chapter 1

Hey guys! This is my first story, so if you can please share it with your friends. Sorry for the mistakes that you might encounter. English is not my first language, so please if you see any mistakes let me know in the comments!

The story contains strong language and mature themes, you have been warned.

Now to the story. Enjoy!

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Darkness. That was all I could see at present.

One moment I was laughing and enjoying the freedom of my last day of my first year in Uni, the next I was being blindfolded and taken somewhere unknown to me. I could feel two pair of hands dragging me, and if it wasn't for the fact that I was blindfolded I would have been able to describe what was happening around me.

I assumed we were in a closed room since I could hear the sound of footsteps echoing throughout the place, and I could hear different voices all around me. My legs were moving on their own, and I could hear the sound of glass beneath my feet. Strange thing for a floor to be made out of glass. The smell in the air was strange, a mix between lavender and mint, which surprisingly wasn't nauseating at all.

While I was lost in my thoughts, the people stopped, and so did I.

My blindfold was taken off. It took a while for my eyes to adjust to the bright white light. As I squinted my eyes, I could finally make up what was in front of me. A door. The most immense glass door I've ever seen in my life. It was probably around fifteen or even twenty meters (forty-nine or sixty-five ft). Incredible. The whole place was covered in glass, although I could not see my reflection. As I looked around, I finally looked at the two people who were holding me from my arms: they were both ridiculously tall. Both men were wearing a tight white boiler suit and a white helmet. My immediate thought was that this must have been a dream. Everything did not make sense in the slightest. How did I end up here? What was that place? And who were those people?

As I was trying to find a bit of logic in what was happening, I realized that there were two voices coming from behind the door. Unfortunately, I couldn't make out what they were talking about, and my hopes to understand what was going on died even before they were born.

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The immense door opened, frustratingly and painfully slowly, the second after the voice behind that door spoke. I was scared. Unwillingly, I started to tremble. I tried as hard as I could to keep my cool, as my dad always taught me. Never show how weak you are to others, because that's how you show them they have won. He repeated me those words every time I cried after hurting myself, or when some kid in middle school would bully me. I kept repeating that sentence in my mind, over and over, trying to convince myself to remain calm and that somehow I would have found a solution to this.

In front of me were standing two guards, dressed in the same way as the ones that were dragging me, and in front of them, a man was watching me.

He was dressed differently from them. He had a black leather jacket, buttoned all the way up to his jugular. His trousers were black, same as his shoes. His hair was a dark auburn, almost black, which was short on the side and long on the front. His skin tone was tanned but quite pale at the same time. His lips barely colored made him seem almost unreal. However, what was most fascinating and frightening was his eyes: in contrast with his look, his eyes were almost white, and under the pale light they seemed to glow even lighter. His gaze on me made me feel almost as if I was exposed; helpless and frail.

I wanted to look away with all my might but I prevented myself from doing such a coward act. Instead, I challenged him with the same intensity as he was looking down at me. A smirk creeped on his face. He probably thought it was amusing, since I was probably half his size. In my defense, I can say that despite my short figure, people found me intimidating, before getting to know me. Maybe it was for the white hair, or the fact that I always wore black, or most likely because of my constant resting-bitch-face. Nevertheless, my eyes deceived my threatening appearance. My big hazel eyes were everything except scary, more doll like. I have a pretty strong straightforward personality, which a number of people did not enjoy particularly. And that was precisely why I was not gonna lose the stare competition with the guy standing before my eyes.