The Craziest Of Them All

II

With  my  head  hanging  on  my  chest,  I  moan  softly  as  the  throbbing  in  my head  takes  over  all  my  senses.  It  hurts  like  a  bitch! And  to  add  to  it,  my head  feels  as  heavy  as  a  truck.

Out of instinct my hand attempts to travel to my head to try and soothe the pain, but I am stopped in my tracks when I realise that my hands have been tied to back of the chair that I am sitting on.  

After trying to kick my legs, I realise that they too are tied to the chair. What the fuck? I try again to move my legs and arms but they are roped tightly, but not enough to tear through my skin. Out of frustration, I violently buck my body on the chair, to free myself. But of course, to no avail. 

Finally looking up from the ropes, my eyes adjust to the lack of light in the tiny room in which I’m in. When I can see better I take in a small, dark and grimy room. The walls have black soot covering them and there is an odd muffy smell in the air, like something as been left in closed container for a couple of days. There are no windows in the room and there is one light bulb hanging ominously over my head, casting dark shadows across the soot covered walls. 

If I were to get kidnapped, this was definitely the type of room I would expect to be kept in. It fits the description perfectly and ticks all the boxes. The room just screamed 'I'm being held against my will in some dodgy basement'. 

I take another second to search for any way for me to leave this place. My eyes land on the one way to exit this prison, a small rectangular metal door that looks older than my family tree; it’s covered in rust and has a broken looking handle on it.

The chair clatters around noisily as I continue to try and wriggle my way out of my bounds. The noise from the wooden chair echoes loudly within my cell. I guess, my exceptionally loud escape attempt alerted my abductees because not more than a minute later, the rusted metal door bangs loudly against the wall as it is shoved open. 

As soon as the door opens, I stop all movements ad drop my head to my chest while I pretend that I am still knocked out. I hear footsteps walking into the small room. I hear a soft chuckle and someone muttering, “This girl.” The footsteps stop in front of me and I feel a finger under my chin. The finger lifts my chin up, so that it no longer is leaning on my chest but is rather pointed me the hair, so that the person has full view of my face. 

The finger is lifted off my chin and the room is suddenly plunged into a silence. The quietness lingers for a few more seconds and me being myself, I open my left eye and peak out. I see a silhouette of a man looking right at me, but from my angle i cant see the man’s features properly. I quickly shut my eye once more and return to my act of being unconscious. 

“We know youre awake.” A voice speaks out into the silence. ‘we’? so there is two of them? I open my right eye this time and see another man before I shut it too. 

“Bitch, you just opened your eyes!” The voice exasperates.

In walk two men, very handsome might I add. Both men are wearing all black but one has a cap hiding his face from my view. However the one I can see, is smouldering with his shortly cropped black hair and extremely angular and straight cut jaw line and flawless looking chocolate skin, and don't get me started on those gorgeous lips of his. 

"Look who's awake." Says Mr Smouldering. I don't really pay attention to the words that come out of his mouth, as I just stare at his delectable lips moving with each word he pronounces. 

After a second of ogling the man before me, my mind registers that the voice sounds very familiar, but I just can't put my finger on where I've heard it.