Autumn sat up sleepily. She glanced around quickly, scanning the room for any possible threats before leaning back into the couch and relaxing again. Sitting back up sharply, Autumn let out a small cry of pain at her shoulder. She bit down hard on her lip and stood up.
"God... Dammit." She muttered under her breath. "Spice?"
The dog glanced back over it's shoulder and barked happily.
"What are you doi-- Oh." Autumn padded over the grimy rug to where the dog sat and crouched down next to him. Spice looked at her again and licked her cheek lovingly. "I've told you before, Spice! Stop licking me like that! You know it smells bad and you know I hate it."
Autumn frowned slightly and stood up again. "You make a good guard dog, though. That rat... mouse... thing didn't stand a chance." She smirked. The dog looked up at her sheepishly then barked again. Autumn rolled her eyes and walked over to the cracked mirror to look at herself. When she reached the mirror, her eyes widened. Bruises covered most of her chest and her ribs were shockingly visible as they pressed against her skin. Her hourglass figure looked fragile and weak, as if it would float away in the slightest breeze. Autumn's eyes travelled up her body, by-passing the worst of the cuts and bruises and settling on her face. There were dark semi-circles under her eyes, indicating that she hadn't slept well in a while. Her hair fell over her left eye, covering most of her face. Autumn frowned and half turned so she could inspect her shoulder. Unwrapping the binding carefully, she grimaced as the fabric pulled at the drying contour of her wound. It still looked bad, just not as bad as before. It was still red and inflamed, but most of the puss was gone and overall looked less grim and horrible... That would have to do.
Spice nudged her and she looked down. Spice nudged her again.
"What?" She hissed. Spice licked her hand then scuttled away. "Dammit dog!" Autumn ran after him, and after a quarter of an hour's worth of running around, giggling, and barking, the door flew open. Autumn stopped and stared at the person who had just burst through the door.
A tall and skinny man... boy? walked through the door, his light purple eyes darting around restlessly. He was wearing black, ripped skinny jeans which appeared to have some sort of bandage wrapped around them at the knees and a loose tank top with the words "Straight Edge" scrawled across the front in fancy script with a big, thick, black X underneath. He looked about 18.
The stranger lifted his eyes and saw Autumn. They almost bulged out of his sockets as he looked at her. He looked her up and down quickly before opening his mouth as if to speak. He shut it again, then opened it again and finally stuttered a few words.
"Fu-- Shi-- Uhm, I uh... I am... God, I... Uhm... I'm sorry!" He turned around but didn't leave. Autumn glanced down at her bare chest and remembered that she didn't have a shirt - or a bra, for that matter- on. She scuttled over to the couch and pulled on her shirt quickly.
"You can uh... You can turn around again," she whispered silently. The boy turned around again, his face flushed and his brow furrowed.
"I uh.. I'm sorry about that... I uhm, I didn't expect anyone to be in here... Much less someone who didn't have any um," he gestured to Autumn with his right hand," clothes on." He finished silently.
Autumn laughed slightly then blushed a little. "I'm sorry about that... I didn't expect anyone to come here for a whi--" she cut her sentence short and looked the boy up and down. "Why are you here?"
"W-What?" The boy averted his eyes so he wouldn't have to hold Autumn's gaze. "I-I always come here... Every Thursday... I-It's my escape room."
"So you're not here to kill me?" Autumn asked sternly.
