Disturbing, Disgusting, Degrading.
Thump, thump. Thump, thump.
I bundled myself into a ball in the center of the room and breathed in. I waited for a sound. A tap. A scratch. Anything. Like I expected, nothing happened. The floor, so cold and hard under my body. I shivered and held my breath again.
Thump, thump. Thump, thump.
The only sound that could be made of was my slow heart beat. Not a sound could be made from the outside.
As I ran my fingers along the concrete floor in the slightly dimmed room, I tried to remember what happened the previous night. Why I was in this darkened, red walled, no windowed room. The door looked inviting but how could I be so sure? There could've been a armed man waiting for me to come out.
I looked down at my body and lightly gasped at the ensemble that was of me. A tightly fitted black, strapless dress that didn't go longer than the bottom of my butt and a black, about 6" stiletto heel pump. The other one, I had no idea where it was.
I didn't notice I was laying on a leather black jacket until I tried sitting up. In hopes of getting up and walking, my head started reeling and I fell back. A slight ache came from the side of my forehead. I'd never felt that way. Where was I?
I squirmed my hand around the floor, trying to find my missing stiletto. Once I felt my hand brush across a long-ish heel, I quickly put it on and scurried to the other side of the room across the door. It was nicer by the door, I hated being on this side of the room. It was getting stuffy because there were no windows The door at least gave off a cooling wave.
"Where am I," I, yet again, wondered except out loud to myself. A slight click came from the door handle and I immediately held my breath and tried to seem as small as I possibly could. The person opened the door, did a look over, I wasn't sure of what then focused their gaze on me.
"Hi darling, how are you doing?" A mans deep voice came from a tall figure standing in between the threshold. Since the room was dim, I could hardly see his face. I could see his body, he was tall with big muscles. Caucasian. I didn't know how to respond to this man.
"I.. I uh," I said in the smallest voice. I still felt pretty dizzy and cold and messed up from whatever happened the night before. When this man stepped in, I saw his face. His beautiful, beautiful face and lightly gasped.
Very taut and serious but with a touch of sweet and caring. Blonde short hair. The dimmed light prevented me from seeing the colors of his eyes, but his eyes were small and taunting and they were looking straight into mine and it was intimidating. I remembered that stare before. I couldn't make out from where.
This stranger crossed the room and held out his hand, offering to help me up. I could see behind him, outside of the door. A woman with blonde hair put in a bun, a blue short dress with white flowers, white high heels, was leaning against the wall that was closest to the open door. She had a malicious smile on her face and she was looking at me. I was still just crouched by the wall like a coward and the women was scaring me so I took it without another thought.
In a matter of seconds, he whipped his hand away and it was in my hair, pulling it back in a painful knot heaped in his large hand. I let out a weak cry and thought I was going to fall back. He led me over to the threshold and I got a look at the woman. It was slightly blurred from the silent tears that were streaming down my face from the pain of the guys hand pulling my hair. She walked away, smiling. The Man shut the door fast, making an audible bang.
The stranger let go of my hair but pushed me onto my knees, facing the doorknob. I could see my face. My long brunette hair in tangles, my makeup smeared, my face covered with bruises.
