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3- Meeting EJ*

  I slowy start to wake up and I take a look around and let out a low growl.

  The room is almost like a surgical room, and to add to it I am laying on a cold metal table. My ankles are strapped down and I quickly sit up and undo them with a slight panic filling my chest as I noticed it.

  I hate being captivated.

  I then remember how I got her.

  "Those damned masked guys. How dare...' My thoughts were interrupted as someone walks in my room, a door seeming to form out of the dark silver like metal walls.

"I see your awake." A deep voice says.

  A growl forms in the back of my throat from fear and hunger. I jump off the table and stand in a protective stance.

  "I guess you would be hungry. You have been out for three days." He states boredly in his deep raspy voice.

  I tilt my head the side, three days? Really?

  I look to the side while thinking slightly. He could be lying. I sigh, giving up. I'd have to risk it, or risk starving to the death. The last one not sounding to satisfying.

  I sigh reluctantly and stand up. "Yeah..."

  He nods his head and silently leaves the room. I sigh in frustration and sit on the metal bed with figiting with my out grown hair.

  Maybe I should get it trimmed?

  I look to the right to see a tray of utensils and pick up an extremely looking pair of sharp scissors.

  I walk to a sink with a mirror above it and look at my reflection reluctantly.

  I bring up the scissors and begin to snip away at my hair, cutting it into a (your current style, or whatever you want)

  I sit back down on the table and sigh, but then notice all the blood on my clothes. I chuckle, but then sigh frustratedly and stand back up and walk back over to the sink.

  I turn on the water all the way and grab the rag and stick it under the water and begin to scrub at my arms.

  After my arms I scrub my legs. Then I throw the rag into the sink and stick my head under the faucet, washing the blood out of my now shorted locks of (h/c) hair.

  After I stand up straight, I shake my head and sit down on the cold metal floor with my back against the metal bed and I fall back asleep.

  A sudden bright light wakes me up once more.

  My body jumps up in fear, awaiting attack, but all I see is another masked male standing against a wall adjacent to me, a light switch by his shoulder.

  He was wearing dark grey jeans, with holes in the knees, to reveal... grey skin? He was also wearing a dark blue unzipped jacket, his pockets hanging low as his hands were placed in them. And a plain black t-shirt underneath it.

  He also had a mask on, it was dark blue and something dark was seeping out of the holes ment for the eyes. His chestnut brown hair scattered messily around his head.

  "I brought your food." He says while removing his hands from his pockets and pointing to a counter where a plate of food was resting.

  "Thank you." I mumble standing up, my cut off jean shorts agrivating me to points on end but I say nothing about it.

  He makes a sound in recognition and crosses his arms,  watching me stand up and look at the plate.

  There seemed to be some sort of meat, a slice of bread, and a scoop of macaroni.