It was completely silent when I woke up. I wondered, where the hell am I? That's what any normal person would think. However, I didn't wake up in a normal area. Instead, I woke up in a completely white room. Sunflowers with a strong scent filled my vision and nose, as I was dressed in the same clothes before. What happened last night? All I remember is taking a shot of whiskey.. and then.. then..
Shit. I couldn't remember. My head hurts so much, almost like I have a migraine. Was I kidnapped? If I was, why? My hands were tied harshly with a rope, behind a wooden chair. My legs were chained together and my ears were covered with plugs. I wondered why. Could the person who kidnapped me be making a call?
Like any normal person, I shouted for help. I shouted, and shouted, until my throat was dry and sore. The fact that I didn't know where I was wasn't helping either. Bullets of sweat dripped down my head and neck, as the room was insanely hot. No fans were in sight. I could hear my heart beating hard and fast, due to the fact that it was completely silent.
I almost screamed out of fear when I saw another man enter the room. He closed the door behind him, and shivers instantly went down my spine. Could this be a dream? I haven't had nightmares in years. The man I saw was the exact same person I saw at the bakery before the shop closed; Aras. He still wore the same outfit, all white with fancy dress shoes. What was his motive? He's a damn psychopath. I swallowed a bunch of saliva, but couldn't stop my shaking.
"W-Why did you bring me here? I'm not sure what I did but I'll make up for it." I tried to sound as calm as I could.
His mouth started mouthing a bunch of words which I couldn't understand, only because I had earplugs in. He walked closer and closer, the unnerving silence engulfing me. His presence no longer seemed kind like before, it had now felt.. horrible. I almost threw up. But I knew better; not to anger him.
Aras took the ear plugs out of my ears and looked at me straight in the eyes. A smile broke out on his face, his dimples showing. "I knew it! It really is you."
"I-I don't know you. You've got the wrong person." I stuttered, breathing shallowly, my headache still going on from last night. "Please, just let me go."
Maybe I angered him even more. A slap landed against my face, and I fell to the ground with the chair. Fuck, I thought, closing my eyes shut. I was ready to get more hits. What I expected didn't come next. Instead, he stared at me gently. I couldn't wrap my head around what was happening. Was he a pervert? Or was he just super insane in the head? His looks deceived me.
"Kumi, you don't remember me?"
While I did slightly recognize his face, I can't seem to remember where I recognized him. The hit on the floor was bad, really bad. I gagged, throwing up, right onto his shoes. I let it all out, feeling my stomach churning and my head throbbing.
"Fuck.." I whispered underneath my breath, coughing a little. The look on Aras's face indicated that he wasn't having it. I wanted to apologize profusely, but the word's wouldn't come out. That bastard deserved it anyways.
Aras grabbed me by my hair, and dragged my head to his shoes. I could smell the disgusting smell of throw up on his shoes, and I scrunched my face up in discomfort. I looked up- praying that he would forgive me.
"Lick it up." He said nonchalantly. Almost like he didn't care. Was this just for fun? Or was this a prank? This is fucking horrible.
I responded with a serious voice, "You're kidding right? Can't you just wash your shoes normally?"
He looked down, glaring at the mess I had made. My heart thumped even louder, scared of what would come next. Would he kick me in the jaw? Maybe even choke me? Who knows..
"I mean it Kumi. Just do it, I hate to hurt you."
The second sentence clearly meant he was losing patience. And that feeling is something I never wanna feel again. I think I would've fainted if I continued thinking about what's happening.
I licked the shoe, almost throwing up again. I kept on licking. It tasted so fucking bitter, maybe from the alcohol last night. The scent made it even worse. It made it taste worse. The texture was rough, like mushed beans and mashed potatoes. The color was brown, yellow, and slightly green. I wanted to puke again so bad, but I forced it down my throat. I knew what I had to do and I was going to do it. Out of the urge of wanting to get it done quickly, I took big bites of the vomit on both shoes and tilted my head up to make it get down my esophagus faster. It was so warm, but it felt muddy like mucus. I panted heavily when I licked the shoes sparkly clean; although the shoe still smelled horrible.
"Let's continue your training later, when I'm done taking a shower."
Training? I turned pale.