Conscious (On Hold)

Day 1

   The first thing I noticed when I gained conscious was that I was emerged in a blanket of darkness. My heart jumped in my throat as nervousness embraced me. I tried to recollect what had happened, how I got here, but all I pulled up was a blank. 

   I stayed still and quiet to determine whether or not there was someone in the room, but I heard nothing and as my eyes adjusted to the dark, I saw nothing. Slowly, I sat up and found myself in a bedroom. I looked around to find anything that looked familiar, but there was nothing. 

   The walls were a fusia color and there was one window sitting high up where I couldn't reach. The curtain covering the window was black and grey, dimming the light, explaining why it was so dark. There was nothing in here but a bed, a sofa, a tv, and a mini fridge. There wasn't a closet, but I could see the bathroom with the door opened. 

   Hesitantly, I stood, looking around the room for anything that indicated where I was. Not easy. There was nothing that helped whatsoever. 

   Timidly, I called out in a low voice, "Hello?"

   A minute. Hello?

   I jumped back a little, startled that I even got a reply. But that wasn't what startled me the most. No. It was the fact that the voice didn't really come from around me. It was in my head, but it sounded nothing like me. If anything it sounded like it came from a guy, young or old I couldn't tell. 

   I tried again, raising my voice a little. "Who are you?" I asked. 

   I'm me, it answered. I frowned but it went on. I am Kenji. I am you master. I waited for an explanation, but there was none. 

   "A master for what?" I asked. "Where am I? Who am I?" 

   A pause. I am your master because I control you. You belong to me, you're mine. We are in our home. I hope you like it. This is your new room. I decorated it for you personally. The voice was proud now. 

   Despite the situation, I surprised myself by rolling my eyes. The room had black and grey curtains and the walls were fusia. I hated fusia. I knew every color out there, but if I had to choose, my favorite color would be red. Lava red. My bedroom would be that color and black. 

   "Why would I need a master? What do I have one for?" I asked, sitting down back on the edge of the bed. 

   I have a certain job for you. You will start soon, but not today since you've just woken. Today, I want you to relax. I'll be in in a bit to help you relax too. I'll answer anymore questions you have then. See you in a few... beautiful. And remember... rose is the safe word, he said, his voice sounded like it insinuated something, but I just couldn't figure it out. 

   I sat there thinking about it for a while. I didn't get what he meant until I heard the knock on the door and it opened a second later to reveal a man in his late twenties half-dressed. He had a head full of dark hair touseled and his face had nothing but sharp planes and high cheekbones with full pink lips. 

   He smiled and when he spoke, this time, his mouth moved. Are you ready for me? his dark lashes framing as blue as ocean water, his pupils dilating. 

    *~* I've decided to start on new stories and will be tying up loose ends on the others so you can finish them. I hope you like it. I would be very gracious if you would comment, vote, critique or follow me. I may take a while to update sometimes on any of my stories because of school but I'll try my best. Any questions just inbox me and I'll answer. Au revoir!