She blinked and squinted.
Darkness enveloped the air around her like a suffocating blanket; a black zone of the unknown. Panic gnawed in her stomach. She tried to move her hands, but found them to be tied behind her. Her breaths became heavier, her heart thumping against her chest painfully. Closing her eyes, she composed herself, reminded of the fact that this was one of many other times. She had been in worse situations before.
Nonetheless, the fear at up her insides. Trying to maintain a cool, logical line of thinking, she thought back to what she remebered last. Nothing. Only brief flashes.
Without warning, a blinding white light shone directly at her. She immediately flinched and bowed her head to block the brightness. A loud chuckling echoed through the room, the person hidden behind the light.
Daring to raise her gaze, her eyes instinctively searched the space: she was in a wide plain room, shackled to a simple chair. Suprisingly, it was a sturdy metal material(she assumed this by rapping her knuckles against its leg in pretense agitation)and planted firmly in the ground(she kicked her legs around the chair casually). These people had money, that was for sure, which meant she had to be on her guard. As for why they needed a special room with an obviously purposeful chair...
She looked at the light. It blocked her vision; the source and handler couldn't be seen.
"W-where am I?," she croaked when her eyes adjusted, whimpering for effect. She was happy to find that her voice sounded especially weak on the occasion.
A chair was scraped across the floor, and a person sighed wearily, as though the scene had played out one too many time before. "What's your name, girlie?" he asked finally.
His voice was a deep baritone-maybe twenty? Twenty one? She couldn't be sure.
"Where am I?" she repeated with more force.
She needed to get him talking. Why wasn't he taking the hint? Most of these people didn't care two tosses about her name, why would he?
She could hear his smile as he said simply, "Hell."
Haha, so he had a sense of humour. So what? She felt herself getting irritated, and fought the urge to roll her eyes. He needed to start talking buiness-and fast. But she continued her oblivious tone regardless."Please- I didn't do anything. I don't know what's going on! Where am I? Why am I here?"
Another dragged sigh. "Do I need to repeat myself? What's your name, girlie?"
"Why do you care?! Where am I?"
She may not care where she was like she made out to be, but his insistence on her name was starting to get on her nerves.
"Doesn't matter, girlie, where you are, but your name is something I care about. My motives are mine and mine only. So, I ask, what's your name?"
"What do you mean it doesn't matter? Of course it matters! I've been kidnapped, I don't deserve this kind of treatment!" She made her words as panicked as she could, but the anger was real. His attitude annoyed her.
"We kidnapped you. How your'e treated is entirely up to us, " he drawled. "Answer the damn question, girlie. What's your name?" Was there a trace of amusement laced with his words? He shouldn't be enjoying this!
This time, she didn't answer him, but scowled at her lap. She couldn't understand what the fuss was about her name. Didn't they have more pressing matters than her stupid name? She was curious though, as to why they brought her here. Did she steal something of theirs? She couldn't remember anything she took recently of much value.
