Elisa blinked against the bright light emitting from a crack in the wall. She pushed her aching fingers through her fatty, filthy hair only to quickly draw her hand back when she discovered how wet it was. She turned her hand into the light. Her hand started shaking at the sight of her red fingers.
"How did I get here?", she thought out loud, "What even happened? Am I seriously kidnapped from my kidnappers? How ironic..."
Groaning slightly under her painful breaths, she stood up and walked towards the crack in the wall. The sunlight was blindingly bright, so it took her a moment to see what was on the other side; She saw nothing but trees and birds that happily returned worms to their nests.
"Where the heck am I? What for heaven's sake is this place?"
Out of pure despair, she shouted loudly through the opening. Just like she expected: nothing else than some scared birds. Exhausted she dropped back to the ground.
"What is happening? Have I signed up for the special "scare the shit out of me package" or something when I was born? I am more popular now than I ever was, but I'd never envision it to be quite like this."
She pushed out a small laugh at her own words; She was losing it. Her mood had never been very stable for long, but the last days had made her realise how fast it shifted.
"I wish Kyung was here with me. He is a nice person to be trapped with. Ah, that I even know that should be pretty concerning, maybe I grew up to be kidnapped twice in two days. Never was really normal to start with. Yeah, maybe this was just meant to happen. Maybe this was one of those "divine" acts of God to test my strength. I'm not even near religious enough to talk about a God in this way though."
She looked around. The room was small and colourful. Only now it appeared to her that she hadn't even tried the door. "It is most likely closed anyway, but it's worth a try."
Her legs carried her to the door as she inspected the lock. Pretty firm, but not unbreakable. When she pulled the clink down, the door heavily screeched, but stayed put.
"Then we'll just go all Steven Seagal on this thing."
A deep breath made her chest expand. With her exhale, she screamed and threw her foot at the lock. A crack appeared on the silver metal. She took some time catching her breath and then lunged forward again. With a loud clang the lock fell on the concrete floor.
"Not strong? P.O is this about how strong you'd like me?"
The old wood in the door screamed as she slid the door open. To her surprise it was not some kind of abandoned factory or warehouse, but a polished, however, scary carnival. Her gaze flew over the empty halls. Where do I go, she thought. Somehow her gut said to just go straight ahead, how straight into danger that might be. The walls were bright purples and reds and showed no sign of deterioration whatsoever. The amazing perfection made her nervous.
Distorting mirrors decorated the walls in the next room. She had always liked these, not only because they made her feel better about herself, but also because they had an amazing scientific value. However, now they didn't seem quite so innocent as they had used to. Neither did they just distort. They changed your expressions, posture and looks to things that weren't yours, to things that made you look twice.
A shiver went down her spine, as she looked into one in the far back of the room. Something, or someone, was behind her. Slowly, she moved to see what was behind her. Her breath steady, her paces careful. The figure loomed in the dark background of the room. She took herself to the edges of the room, but nothing appeared to chase or scare her.
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When seven becomes eight
أدب الهواة"The leader took Elisa to a back room and out of nowhere kicked her in the back of her knee, making her fall to the ground. She grinned half and said, "Still think I'm not going to cooperate?" "No, it's just that you shouldn't feel too comfortable y...
