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Broken Minds

I wake up to a shiver running down my spine. My back stiff from the cold hard surface beneath me. My eyes are open but the dim lighting is hard for me to take in my surroundings. I try to make out the shapes of blurred shadows. But all I can make out is the large door at the end of the room, shown by the dim lights of the moon trying to sneak its way into the room.

I recall just before the black out. The train station. The strange man. Adam I think his name was. His story. The cloth. His last words. 'Please forgive me'

After those words blackness. With the occasional snippets of two men talking in hushed whispers.

I rise cautiously. My bare feet against the stone floors feel so wrong. So unnatural. It's strange being in the situation and only giving a side glance to fear. Granted. Its as if fear is engulfing me. I feel as if I have been drowning. As if I am still drowning and am unable to get air. The suffocation beguins to take place and the walls start to close in on me. The realisation of the situation starts to dawn on me.

I have been taken.

I am trapped.

I am alone.

The footsteps outside draw my attention and the dilemma of calling for help or staying within the shadows eats at me. The decision to stay hidden takes over my braver side. Why call for help when the danger is just a few steps outside my door.

The rustic lock baring me from escaping groans in resistance as a key is forced inside the olden links after a frustrated grunt from the person opposite my wall. The door that has kept me safe. For now.

The barred door is pushed open and the dark silhouette of a man is stood within the center of the door frame. His head scooping the room in search for something. for me. His dark eyes fall apon my Shivering body in the corner of the damp cell which I am held. He stalks over to me and I duck my head down and hug my knees. I feel pitiful tears run down my face as his rugged hands roughly grab my fore arms and yank me up.

"Glad you're awake you little bitch. Kept the boss man waiting long enough" He spat in my face as he dragged me out the door. My attempts to scream came out as a gargled cry. My throat dry and sore. No knowing how long I was out. Could have been days. Maybe just hours. But I am here now. Trying to keep up with the man forcefully dragging me down a corridor lit only by the flickering lights every hundred meters or so. The corridor lasted for what seemed like a mile. The constant twists and turns of the stone walls closing in after every step. The only sounds were my ragged breath and the harsh echoing steps of the man pulling me towards my unknown destination.

He pulls his head towards me and whispers harshly in my ear. "If you know what's good for you, you won't say a word unless asked." I looked at him frozen. What am i meant to say?

"Got it?" He spat, frustratingly pushing me back and continuing to drag my un-cooperating body down the hall. Doors begin to appear on either side of the corridors as we progress. Doors upon doors. We go through a door to the left, leading into a deserted scene which I can only imagine as a the scene of a club. A Club that a few hours previously had people dancing.

Enjoying life with no worries or cares. Drinking until they are unable to see. Swaying their bodies to the music coming from the DJ's stands.

We enter another door and head up a stone stairwell. Another corridor. More doors. My feet trip over one another and I am caught before my head hits the now wooden floors. I got verbal abuse from the muscle man. Just as I had every other minute since our small journey.

We come to a large door that screamed luxury. Since the scene of the club, everything gave the expression of luxury. But my mind wasn't exactly thinking along the lines of 'who does your decor?'

My mind was blank. What would you do in that situation. Run? Its hard to do. Hide? Its hard to do. It's hard to come over the shock of being trapped under your will.

The Large oak doors are guarded by two men dressed in grey suits, finishing the standard look with a pair of dark shades. Their blank expression give a sharp nod in acknowledgment that we were indeed aloud in.

I don't exactly know what I was expecting. Maybe a throne; a gelatine in the corner of the room. Waiting my arrival.

What did Charlie tell me to do in these situations? I really should have listened when he went on with his hour long lectures on kidnapping.

Vague words play at the back fo my mind.

" Just roll with it. Do what they want. Don't fight back" Something along those lines I am sure.

I Only notice I have lost my shoes when my bare feet skid across the cool marble floors. We come to a halt and I am jerked back as my feet kept walking forwards.

"Ah. Nice for you to finally make an appearance with our…Guest, Felix. You know I don't like to be kept waiting." A sinister voice sounds from in front of us. Not too far. I keep my eyes to the floor, not willing myself up to find out who my captor is.

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