I shouldn't be falling for you

Chapter 5 - Who? Why?

*Pic is inspiration for outfit xx"

(Anya's pov)

Once the mysterious man had left I got up and walked into the connected bathroom form what I guess now is my room. I still had so many questions swarming around my head: who is he? Why me? What is he going to do with me? And many more. I might ask him some of them later but I'm scared, I have no idea what he is capable of. The burning mark on my thigh is a perfect example.

I walked into the bathroom and was astounded by its beauty. The room it's self was huge and everything was a mix of white and brown with a hint of gold. The floor was marble and there a few windows scattered around the walls with wooden frames of a dark brown. Just off center of the room was a huge shower. It was in the shape of a semicircle that connected to the roof, it was also marble with golden swirls and shapes up each side and around the base, the glass looked blue from the outside and there was a plant just to the side of the shower. There was a bath in the back right corner of the room which had the same pattern as the shower. There were two wooden units in the room both with flowers on top and a mirror hanging above them in fancy wooden frame. And of course there was a toilet and sink that sat in the other back corner of the room. Overall the room was stunning and looked very expensive, it felt wrong of me to be in it, I felt almost unworthy.

After a short while of admiring the bathroom I walked towards the shower but stopped before I took my clothes off and got in, I still don't know where I am or who that man is so I decided that it would be best if I kept my clothes on, I had no idea if there was camera in here or anything of the sort and I wasn't willing to take any chances. I stepped into the shower and was I figured out how to work it I quickly washed my hair and let the water soak through my clothes onto my body. Although it was relaxing feeling the hot water run down my back I hopped out the shower once all the soap was out my hair and wrapped my clothed body in a towel and did the same with my hair. I walked back into the bedroom realizing I didn't know where anything in this room was, yes there were plenty of drawers but I didn't know if they were empty or not and even if there was things in them I had no clue what was where. Really wishing I had done this first I started looking through the wardrobe and drawers in the room, everything was extremely neat and organized. The wardrobe was colour-coded lightest to darkest and had had each type of clothing separated starting from shirts to jumpers to skirts to dresses and the chest of drawers was equally as organized starting with the smaller top to drawers that had tights, socks and pants in one and bras in the other. The first larger drawer held shorts, leggings and a couple pairs of jeans, next held more shirts but mainly crop tops and larger ones that would probably most likely just hang loosely on top another shirt, the third one held cropped jumpers, cardigans and things of the sort, the forth held p-jamas that were mainly nightgowns but there were a couple shirts and trousers that were either fluffy or joggers, the final drawer held shoes of all kinds, there were boots, trainers, flats and heels. After about fifteen minutes of digging through every drawer I finally through together an outfit. Fishnet tights with knee high black socks, denim short and a short light blue top paired with red converse. Just as I was walking to the desk to try and find a hairbrush I noticed a coat rack in the corner of the room near the wardrobe, guess I was too focused on getting out of the soaking clothes to notice it before, there was a variety of coats and jackets to choose from but noticing the leather one I knew it would complete the outfit, throwing it on I proceeded towards the desk searching through the drawers for a hair dryer since there was a hair brush on the desk along with a lot of makeup and one side and art supplies at the other. In the middle drawer on the makeup side there was a hair dryer, straighteners and a curling iron (like I'd ever need that with my hair) since I wasn't ready to face the mystery man any time soon I decided to waste more time and straighten my hair. After what felt like hours my hair was finally dry and straightened and it looked kind of decent, I decided against makeup but put a few hair bobbles on my wrist as a sort of comfort and plus if I get nervous I can fidget with them. Taking one last look and myself in the mirror I slowly walked to the door my breathe getting heavier with each step with nerves.

"Okay, it'll be fine. You'll get through this. You'll be fine." My mind kept repeating those phrases as I walked out of the room and slowly closed the door and took a deep breathe "You'll be fine" I whispered to myself. "Now what were those directions again...Left after leaving the room for the stairs..." I wasn't too sure of myself but thought it was worth a try and so I proceeded left taking a mental note of the surroundings around what I assumed was 'My Room' for the time of my stay here, wherever here was. I walked slowly but soon enough came to a set of pearl white spiral stares that had no banister, I tried to see what was at the bottom to see if I was right in my thinking but could see nothing but more stairs and walls. With another deep breath I proceeded down the stair, sticking to the middle not trusting myself to not fall off either side. The stairs went seemed to go on forever and my steps were drifting from side to side. Just one more step. Just one more step. Eventually I reached the bottom of the stairs and as described, the front door was right in front of me, but what I noticed was that it had many locks of various sizes and strengths on it. I started at the door considering the many possibilities of why someone would need so many locks but one thought kept popping up in my mind "What if it's to keep you here? To stop you escaping, making it completely uneasy for you to even get the slightest bit of freedom..." I took a step forward stumbling slightly as my legs had gone jelly-like from standing in the same place so long, I shook my head trying to focus my mind "Remember! You are in the house of unknown man, don't go touching and messing with stuff whenever you like. You don't know what he's capable of. You don't know what he wants with you." I didn't know if it my thoughts, conscience or something else but those points made me freeze up, they were right I didn't know where I was or who I was with, I could be in serious danger and I need to think about my actions and all the possible outcomes before even slightly starting them.

I'd been standing at the bottom of the stairs in front of the door long enough. With a deep breathe I proceeded to walk, but which way. All I remember is the kitchen and living room being the first rooms on the left and right hall but which was which, and which did I want to go too? The mysterious man said he was making breakfast there for he'd be in the kitchen making it logical for me to wait in the living room but then also with the time taken he could have completed making breakfast and be waiting for me in the living room to which I could go to the kitchen and lie when he comes through – if he does about me getting lost or not remembering where anything else was. I really didn't want to come face to face with him just yet but I knew I would eventually and so I walked. To which room, I have no clue. Whatever waits for me through the first door in the right hall.

As I walked through the halls I took in the beautiful Elizabethan style of the place, there was a few pieces of art on the walls, portraits. A lot of them looking like Mark's other 'charters', wilford warfstache, Dr. Iplier. It was strange, in the pictures they looked natural, not like someone pretending to be someone else, and the fact the strange man looked like Mark too was unnerving. My mind was telling me it was just trick that it wasn't real. They were just characters.

I was so focused on the paintings that I didn't realize I was standing outside a door. The first door in the right hall. The framing was gorgeous a dark wood lined with silver swirls that either continued onto the door or faded into the wall. The door handle was a shimmering black glass and fit with the colour scheme very well. As much as I admired the door and the tiny details on it, I had wasted enough time. With a shaky breathe i turned the handle and stepping inside. I was afraid but slowly to lifted my eyes from the floor to find I was alone. In one of the most beautiful living rooms I had ever seen.

A/N:

Hey guys - I promise there's going to be more plot in the next chapter so sorry for this kinda long filler chapter but still, hope you enjoyed the insight into Anya's mind.

Also for anyone wondering my family and i are doing well after the accident - my sister is home and healing quickly and we're all getting on with life one step at a time. It's hard but we're getting through. So thanks for any concerns anyone has/had.

Also i'm now back at school but i'm going to continue to try and write as much as possible each night. I'm going to do my homework as soon as i get it to make more time for my writing.

Love you all, bu bye

                                                        ~Raven