''What's your name?'' the other asked.
He stared across the grimy, foul smelling bathroom, into the eyes of the other man. In the same position as he; tied in chains to a pole and held captive in a grotesque prison.
The other man had introduced himself as Lawrence Gordon. He said he was a doctor...though he already knew that before Lawrence mentioned it. Though it was one of the only things he knew about him. Though...Lawrence knew nothing of himself.
The truth was, he had been following Gordon for days now. Taking photographs for the person who was paying him. He got payed to take photos of rich men, normally hired by their sad wives to prove their adultery. But not this time...this time a middle aged Black man with an ugly scar on his chin had hired him. He didn't know why...honestly, he didn't care. At the end of the day, ...he just wanted his money. He needed to eat.
And now as he sat, many emotions playing inside his head, he wondered...just how much exactly was he to tell this man about himself?
Does he tell him his name? Does he tell him what he does for a living, or does he tell him how his face is so familiar?
'I don't know' he thought...'but for now we'll just start with my name'
''Adam'' he muttered. Then he awaited what the docter would say next...