Chapter 5

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When I finally came to it took a minute to realize where I was. I was lying on a bed, but not in the same room I had woken up in all those other times. This room was much bigger, with a large bed against one wall, a vanity to the side of the bed, some big cabinet on the wall opposite of the bed, and three doors. Scrambling out of the bed I noticed that my cuts were healed, Jonathan must have used an Iratze to heal the cuts on my body, but why?

Reaching the first door I open it, only to find a closet mostly empty except for a few clothes, all ones that I had kept in my room at the Institute. Turning to the door beside it, I assumed that it was a bathroom just because of its proximity to the closet. Opening the door I found myself right. It was a rather large bathroom, especially compared to the one at the Institute, it had one of those large baths with the jets in them, a standing shower with the water sprayers all around, and then a basic sink and toilet. I walk back to the last door in the bedroom, giving the bathroom a longing glance, when I try to open the last door I find that it was locked, what a surprise.

"What the hell", I said to no one in particular,

"May as well take a freaking bath if I'm stuck here", walking back to the closet I grabbed some of my clothes, disturbed at the fact that some of my underwear was in the closet as well. Walking back into the bathroom, glad that it had a lock on it, I took a long bath.

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I finally decide to get out the tub when my hands and feet look like prunes, getting dressed I head back to the bedroom. On the bed is a note that says "go left, right, straight, right, and continue", the handwriting is clean and precise, what else would you expect from a psychopath?

When I try to open the door that was locked before it opens with ease. Leaving the room all I see are different doors and a maze of hallways. Deciding that it would probably be impossible to find my way out of here by myself I follow the directions. After I make the last right I see what appears to be a living room, it had couches and even a large TV mounted on one of the walls. At the far end of the room I see another hallway, following it I found that it led to the large kitchen. In it Jonathan.

"It's about time you got here, for awhile I thought you had tried to escape", he said hearing me enter the room without even bothering to look up.

"What do you want?" I asked, the fear and anger I felt betraying me in my voice.

"Well, well now. I thought you might like to eat something before our session today" he replied, his tone of one speaking to a child.

"Why so you can knock me out again after I disobey you?" I spat the anger in my voice causing him to stop what he was doing and come over to me.

"Trust me the next time you don't listen to what I tell you, you'll wish I had only knocked you out." He warned, his arms pinning my shoulders against the wall. "Now sit down" He ordered pointing to a small table. Listening I went to the table and sat down, afraid of what he'd do the next time I didn't listen.

"Here," He said placing a stack of pancakes in front of me "Eat." He put his plate in front of one of the other chairs while I started eating the pancakes. For a psychopath, they were pretty damn good.

"Aren't you going to thank me?" he asked.

"Maybe if I were here on my own free will and you weren't a psychopathic murderer. And even then I still probably wouldn't." I replied stuffing another bite into my mouth.

"Fair enough" He replied, the shock I felt that he wasn't going to threaten me or even punish me for saying that must have shown on my face. During his laughing at me, he must have noticed my semi wet hair.

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