The room wasn't a comfortable place to sleep. It was enclosed with dust in every possible way. One could find it gross to even step on the room. But then again the calm and chilly environment was enough to make you fall asleep. The unwanted furniture was covering almost the entire room. However, there was some space left for idiots to stay. The way they were tied was rather peculiar. The rope that was tieing them wasn't a normal kind. It was custom-made ones what was specially ordered. It was so durable that an elephant wouldn't able to break. In this dark, mistful room there lays to human beings. Both of them were tied to each other. They were in deep sleep. Was it because the room gives off a chilling effect? Or it was just the effect of the sleeping pills they took earlier. Whatever the case was they both seemed to be in sleep. The woman who was in a doze suddenly opened his eyes. Then she glazed the whole room, trying to grasp the location. Finding it weird she began to stand up but she failed. She looked on her lower area where her hands were attached to one another by a rope. She struggled to untie it but failed miserably. She was in deep tension. The other person who was also tied seemed to be sleeping as if he didn't give a crap about this world. Somehow that made the miss irritated. So irritated that she made a kick onto his legs. Feeling the intense pain the man jumped out in astonishment.
"What! Max?"
"Guess where are we?"
Jack looked around but wasn't able to think of the correct location so he laid out his bluff.
"Heaven?" said while tilting his head.
"We are in a torture room."
"Hahaha, you think this is. a torture room? Silly you!" Jack chuckled as he heard something hilarious.
"Huh? You got a problem with that?" Max muttered with a raging vocal.
"How can this be a torture cell? Look around there's no chair, no spotlight or blood spill or anything like that."Jack said in an egoistic manner. "This room might be a storeroom. I could just tell it by looking at all the furniture and stuff."
"You think it's easy? I agree with the last part. This room seemed to be like a storage room." Max said, Her voice was broken for some reason. "But why are we being held here? I don't understand that part. There might be some reason."
Jack was right. It was indeed a storage room. This room represents the ideal household storage room. There were unused dishes a d other stuff. Not all of them can be used as a torture devices.
"It's your fault we are here." Max accused,
"Huh? Why are you condemning me out of nowhere?"
"Because you were careless. You weren't on guard. For that reason, we are being captivated here. Don't you agree with that?"
"Fine, I suppose you could say that." Jack countered, "But then again if you were on guard then why are you here with me?"
Jack's logic was right on point. Max understood it well so she kept quiet.
At that moment, a sound of unlocking the door heard.