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Chapter 2 - Recovery

Without a window in the room, it was impossible to tell weather it was night or day. (YN) spent most of her time sleeping and recovering. She wondered if anyone was looking for her. She lived alone, her parents were overseas. She didn't have any friends so to speak of. Before this incident happened she was expecting to enter high school in a couple of months. (YN) figured that not much time had passed since she was found by her mystery man. He hadn't made another appearance since he had left her.

(YN) had managed to crawl to a small bathroom off to the side when she needed to go. She figured she would just stay in the room until she was confident enough to walk. Every so often when she would wake up there would be food and water left for her on the little table. Nothing special, fruits and vegetables. The odd convenience store gimbap, and sometimes canned tuna fish. (YN) was hoping to be up on her feet soon. The words that man had said to her kept repeating in her head. "When you're ready, come find me, I'll make you an offer."

An unknown amount of time had passed stuck in the little room. (YN) could feel some of her strength returning. She stood up slowly and tried to take some small steps. It had become easier than before. This time she managed to make it to the bathroom withough falling or stumbling. As she approached her bed, she took a deep breath and let out a long sigh. She turned around to face the door that the man had left through. She placed a clammy hand on the doorknob and turned it.

The door opened into a large brightly lit room. She felt the cool tile beneath her bare feet. She tightened the jacket around her, which thankfully was big enough to reach her knees covering her important bits. (YN) looked around the room and in the middle she saw him lounging lazily in an oversized chair, almost throne like. He flicked his cigarette and stood up, beaming. "I was wondering when you were going to make your appearance. I was getting a little bored waiting for you."

He closed the distance between them and towered over the young girl. "You look cute in my jacket." He brushed aside her dirty (HC) hair and curled it behind her ear.

(YN) grabbed his wrist and pushed it aside. "I have some questions..." she started, but was interrupted by the man.

"Let's get you cleaned up first." He turned away and beckoned for her to follow. She did and was led to a bathroom. "When you're done with your shower I have some clothes there for you. Take your time, I'll wait here."
He stood just outside the room and lit another cigarette.

(YN) stepped into the bathroom, it was quite spacious. There was a large tub in the middle, and a shower to the side. It must have been big enough to fit five people. On the shelves were towels and a set of clothes that the man had promised. (YN) went to the shower and turned it on. As it warmed, she removed her jacket, neatly folded it, and placed it on the shelf. She carefully removed her bandages, and to her surprise, her wounds were nothing but scars. How long was I in there for? Did someone change my bandages while I slept? She stepped into the water and let out a soft moan. She rubbed soap into her hair and scrubbed her body, washing away the dirt and with it, lifting a weight off of her shoulders.

She had a lot of time to think in that room. Her memory of the night of the incident had started to return.