Chapter 2
Indigo awoke in what seemed to be a very large bed draped by sheer black netting. She looked down at her clothes and instead what she wore into the matrix when she was captured by the agents, she was dressed in a white silk nightgown with spaghetti straps. Hanging on a hook next to the bed was a matching silk bathrobe. She got up and took the robe off the hook and immediately put it on. It was a little cold and she shivered as her bare foot touched the floor.
She wondered why she was still alive and why hadn't Smith killed her when he had the chance. This was uncharacteristic of an agent to treat his captives like this. She explored her surroundings. The room itself was quite huge, more like a loft. To her right there was a kitchen, to her left was a large bathroom. The whole decor was very streamlined and very neat and tidy. Was this where the agents hung out when they were not killing humans? Or was this a place that her imagination made up? She looked everywhere for a door or an exit but there were none in sight, not even a telephone or any other means of communication to the outside world. She was isolated.
She sat on the bed for a long time wondering what her fate was going to be. Was she going to be killed? Were they messing with her head? What? Just then, she saw a door open in the wall that was not there before. It was Smith. He looked at her through his dark glasses. Her heart was racing.
"I hope the accommodations are to your liking Miss Miller."
"Accommodations? You mean this isn't an interrogation room?"
"Actually, we thought that maybe you could be our guest for awhile."
"Guest? Don't you mean captive?"
"Captive is ... such a harsh word Miss Miller."
"Why am I here? Why didn't you kill me when you had the chance?"
"Everything you need will be here, food, clothing, essentials, everything humans need to live. I will be monitoring you."
"Monitoring me? What am I some sort of lab rat for your amusement?" Her voice started to rise and he could hear the anger in her tone.
Smith was quite calm. They stood face to face the tension was thick in the air. She then threw a right hook knocking his glasses off and he fell to the floor. He quickly recovered and caught her by surprise, knocking her to the floor and laying her out on her back. She tried to get up but Smith was too quick for her. He pinned her wrists down.
"Miss Miller, I do not want to hurt you." He said.
"Just kill me and get it over with already!" She screamed.
"Scream all you want Miss Miller!" He sneered "No one and I mean, no one is going to hear you! So it's not going to help you!"
He put his hand over her mouth and she bit him ... hard, he slapped her and she lifted her knee and nailed him in the balls. Smith doubled over in pain and rolled off of her. She got up. She caught her breath and stared at Smith, he slowly gained his composure and straightened himself up.
"Miss Miller, I could make your stay here very pleasant or very miserable ... your choice."
He charged at her and pinned her to the bed. His face was close to hers and he was looking into her eyes, and he could see that she was pissed off.
"FUCK YOU!" She yelled.
"You wish!" He smirked "If I were to fuck you, which I wouldn't, it would be the best sex you ever had in your pathetic little existence. You should be thankful that I don't kill you here and now Miss Miller."
Smith yanked her hair and put his mouth to her ear, Indigo could feel his hot breath as he spoke some more.
"Now I would suggest that you be a good little girl from now on. Do I make myself clear?"
"Crysta ... clear." She said reluctantly.
"Good." He said.
He then got off of her and she let out a deep breath.
"In the closet you will find clothing that is more suitable in your size as well as shoes."
Smith opened the closet door and what she saw were black women's business suits all in the same style, one for each day of the week it seemed like. Right next to the suits were the same number of white button-up shirts as well as the same number of black flats. On the door hung seven pairs of the exact same dark sunglasses Smith wore. Smith thought of everything it seemed.
"I hope these will fit to your specifications Miss Miller."
Indigo said nothing, she just glared at him.
"Don't think I will be enjoying this, because I won't. I'm only here because I don't want my home destroyed."
"Well if you do any attempts to escape will result in an attack on Zion."
"I know." She said.
"So please, enjoy your stay, Miss Miller."
"Like I have a fucking choice here?"
Smith walked out the door and it mysteriously disappeared as it appeared earlier. Indigo slowly sat down on the bed and started to cry.
