The man turned around and started to fuss with the door knob on the door opposite to Lucy’s. Jane’s eyelids widened as she studied the doll. She felt a shudder run through her back as she stared into the doll’s plastered stare. Her sight was fused to the gaze of the macabre doll and she couldn’t look away.
The man sensed her move and slowly drifted his long fingers up her thigh. She squealed and he chuckled. He slid inside the room, cutting off Jane’s sight from the doll with the door; and for the first time, she was grateful for something he did.
When they entered the room, the lingering wood had ended. The floor was white carpet, the walls were grey padding. The bed was small and sat in the far right corner. It was a twin sized bed with white sheets and blankets.
He wandered to the bed and put her down. Jane glanced up and noticed the man was no longer smiling. His blank face presented no emotion and his eyes held nothing but a blank stare.
He let out a deep sigh and turned to face the door. “There is no escape from this place.” His voice was quiet. “You will not be able to leave. But if by chance you do find the exit, stay away from the green door.” He opened the door and paused in the small doorway. He exited the small room and closed the door. Jane heard the lock mechanism engage from the outside.
Jane sat up and gawked at the door for a moment, dazed out in her own mind, wondering if anyone knew she was gone. The man had left and locked her in. There were only two windows in the padded room and they were much too small to get out, which meant there was no way out; other than the sealed door.
Jane got up and walked to the door and examined it carefully. There were no cracks, no holes, and no flaws which were visible to her sight. She closed her eyelids tight, her limp hands formed tight fists and her knuckles became white. She let out a wail and pounded her fists on the large padded door. She sat there, fists on the door anger welling up inside her, and a tear escaped her eye. The blood tear dropped from her face and hit the carpet, painting a tiny red splatter on the canvas of white.
She took in a deep breath and let it out in a large sigh. She stood up; a small trail of blood lay on the left side of her face. She stood there staring at the padding, which was retaking its original shape. Her eyelids hung halfway closed and her mouth slightly open. A thousand thoughts screamed through her mind at once before they finally cleared and one thought screamed at her. Telling her to try and break down the door, but she knew better than to try to break down the door when the padding would take the entire blow.
She collapsed to her knees and continued to stare blankly at the door. She looked down at the carpet and thought of her friends, her family, and her boyfriend. She wondered what they would be thinking. She wondered if they even noticed that she was gone. She shifted off of her knees and sat down with her legs out in front of her, staring now at her feet.
