Baggage Claim

Chapter 2: Warehouse.

sweat, rust, mold

those were the first three words that popped into my head as i slipped back into consciousness.

My stomach retched at the smell that engulfed the room, i could barely open my eyes but i could tell i was in some kind of old warehouse.  I tried to speak but my throat burnt with every breath of air i inhaled. A distant thud echoed across the cold, hard floor, ricocheting into my ear. Someone was coming.

 The torture was unbearable, my captor was pacing and it was too dark for me to tell whether  the silhouette i saw was a shadow or the person himself. I blocked the harrowing thoughts of my oncoming captor, and tried to construct a plan. I peered around the eerie room. Dust dulled each and every ornament, and mold creeped around each corner of the room. The lighting was poor, the only light came from the rotting window on the other side of the wall.

Suddenly my mind raced, A window! he dosent know im awake, i could make a run for it !  I pulled myself off the ground and began to stand. If only I could get to the window I could make my escape. 

"OUCH!" 

My leg crippled with pain. I tried to shuffle my way towards the window, but the pain was excruciating. the sudden rush of adrenaline kicked my senses back in, making me feel every ounce of pain that was shooting up and down my body, seemingly ripping it apart. Peering down at my hands I screamed. My hands were covered in dried blood. 

Too late! He had heard me. Why had I been so stupid as to scream? that was probably my only chance to escape and i had blew it. i collapsed in defeat as the shadow slowly approached me.

Suddenly a single white light flickered in the middle of the room, illuminating it. I shielded my eyes from the sudden change in lighting and waited for my eyes to adjust to the new setting.

in the time being the man had  approached me and crouched next to me , in fear of any further pain being inflicted upon me i tried crawling towards the other end of the room, but i could barely move a couple of centimeters

he laughed.

" Calm down, im not going to hurt you... yet. Just tell me where the bag is and ill forget this ever happened."

huh what bag? i tried to ask him but all that came out was a groan.

" Hunter, interrogate her later, the girl can barely speak " this time it was a different voice. female.

"keep an eye on her " the man- hunter grunted and was followed by the sound of a door being unlocked , i tried to get a look of his face before he left  but was instead met with  long, curly, blonde hair and a smirking face.

she was young, very young. not a day over 17.

"hiya there, you hurt yourself pretty badly there didn't ya? listen imma need you to relax so i can clean you up, hunter is being quite the arse today. serious attachment issues he's got with that bag of his. now if i were you i wouldn't try anything smart; every opening in here is either monitored or locked, trust me last thing youd want is to piss hunter off. he'll be back in a while for some answers; in the meanwhile get some sleep, you look like hell." she chuckled.

i don't know what came over me, either it was the sleeping pills i had taken earlier, or it was the effect of the post-adrenaline rush , but as soon as the girl stopped talking i fell into a deep, troubled sleep.

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picture on the side is Arya played by Penelope mitchell :D xx