I keep hitting my spoon on my plate repeatedly. Being trapped within the confinements of this small room, I can feel the weight of boredom pressing upon me like an oppressive force.
The walls which are a dull shade of grey seem to mock my lack of excitement. The air feels stagnant and heavy, and my mind keeps racing searching for a way to at least keep me entertained so I don't die of boredom.
Except from this spoon and bowl, and the bucket at the end of the room filled with pee and my 'breakfast' I emptied into it earlier, there's nothing.
I keep drifting in and out of consciousness, and each time I'm alert, the day seems to be getting older. The jangle at the door made me wonder which visitor I had this time around.
Scar-face enters the room and beckons for me to stand up. "Boss says I should get you to take a shower." He explains. My eyes dart to his hands and I see handcuffs. I raise a brow in disbelief, "And that is meant to be for me?". He shrugs and comes around me to cuff my hands together. So much for trust I roll my eyes.
He leads us out of the room, his hand guiding my shoulder. Navigating through the unfamiliar house, I catch glimpses of faces I have never seen before. As we turned the corner leading us out of the cell's hallways, we go through a door and I can't help but marvel at the surroundings.
The house seemed to hold secrets within its walls. The air was thick with the scent of aged wood and cigar smoke. I couldn't help but admire the opulence and grandeur of the house, a stark contrast to the prison-like room I had been confined in.
Finally, I reached a room which seemed to be devoid of human presence. Maybe a guest room. Although, I notice a stack of neatly folded feminine clothes on the bed, and a number of pairs of shoes.
I look up at scar-face, amusement dancing in my eyes. "My room?" he shrugs and starts to walk out. I cough sarcastically and he turns back. I raise my cuffed hands, shaking it in the air. He fights a small smile and heads towards me, then unlocks the cuffs.
He then heads out and I hear the door lock behind him. "So much for trust!" I call out, hoping he heard me.
I walk into the bathroom and look at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes are dark and my hair is matted. My stomach instantaneously grumbles, I assume cursing at me for not having have fed it since yesterday morning, and all I had was orange juice. Totally not my fault though. I take off my clothes and leave them in a heap at the corner of the bathroom.
Stepping into the bath, the warmth of the water embraced me, washing away the dirt. I look at the platform of the bath tub and see a bottle of shampoo, a sponge and a bar of soap. I quickly use them all to take care of my body. I spend roughly thirty minutes in the shower and when I hop out, I brush my teeth. I look for a towel but realise there's none in the bathroom. I'll give these people a solid three out of ten for customer service.
I observe myself in the mirror, and my eyes glance over my body. I'm just eighteen, but often mistaken for older because of my natural endowments. I have full breasts and hips, reaching about five foot seven in height.
Megan is the same height as me, but leaner, and she had always made me feel like I am fat, which I really began to believe because of her constant taunting. Although, I would mostly get all the male attention which stopped in the tenth grade or so after she posted a bad picture of me online, fat-shaming me and calling me gay. I genuinely hate that girl with my life.
I comb my fingers through my curls and turn around to exit the bathroom. I check the bed for a towel but don't see one, so I check the closet. I see it hanging there, and I yank it off, then begin drying my body. I stand by the bed and begin going through the selection of clothes there and all I want to do is throw up.
Booty shorts, tank tops and tiny dresses are all I can find. I eventually settle for a pair of sweatpants that were thankfully part of the pile, but am left with no other choice than to wear a tank top.
As I go to the mirror to continue detangling my hair, I hear the door unlock and I mentally prepare to be taken back to the cell. At least I'm clean now, I think to myself. I stare at the door's reflection and see the other guy from earlier come in, still in his black shirt but… it's stained with blood? I don't even want to question that.
He walks in and sits on my bed, and I turn from the mirror and go to stand in front of him. He looks up and his eyes drift over my body slowly, but they linger on my chest. I become self-conscious and fold my arms over them then realise my nipples were hard and on full display. Oh.
"So, are you going to tell me why I'm here and when you're going to take me home?" I ask. No answer. I step in between his legs and slowly sit down on his lap, maintaining eye contact with him. I tilt my head slightly and ask, "Please take me home?" I see his eyes flicker with amusement and I begin to wonder if he brought me here to make him laugh. He doesn't seem to take me or anything I say seriously.
He gently pushes me off his lap and gets up, but I sit back down. I sigh exasperatedly. "So, I'm just here to take up space?". No answer. "HELLO." "How do you expect me to divulge any information to you when you keep on crying that you want to go back home? When you realise and accept this is about to be your new life, then I will answer your question."
I just glare at him with folded hands. "Fine I'll stop being so fussy. But tell me what I want to know. Or at least your name." He sits at the edge of the bed. "Okay. My name is Vito."
"How old are you?"
"You don't need that information."
"You own this place?"
"Yes."
"So youre in charge?"
"Yes."
"Okay so why did you bring me here". Silence. Damn. And I thought we were making progress.
"This is where you're going to be staying now. I believe you prefer it to the cell?"
"If this place was always available, why did you leave me there for two days?" I shriek.
"Because that place is for prisoners and I choose to believe you would not do anything stupid." He says this and heads for then door. He closes the door, and as soon as I'm about to heave a sigh of relief, he locks it.
"There is no need for that Vito!" I yell out. All I hear is his footsteps retreating, the door still unlocked. I groan and fall on the bed. At least if youre holding me against my will let me be free in the space. I roll off the bed and go to the window, hoping that outside will show me signs of where we are.
All I see is a large field. We seem to be away from the city. I can't even run away if I wanted to. The sun had already begun setting, and I was looking at the clouds deep into my own thoughts.
The sound of the door unlocking pulled me back to reality, and Vito walks in with a tray of food. Spaghetti, meatballs and a can of soda sits pretty on the tray. My stomach grumbles in response, and I'm about to go to snatch the tray from him till I remember the shit he tried to feed me with this morning.
"I hope you know that you're an actual piece of shit." I inform him. Then I snatch the tray from his hand and sit on the bed. I waste no time digging into the food, and my eyes roll back in satisfaction.
"For someone who claims to want to go home, you're pretty comfortable." He says sarcasm lacing his voice. I look up at him and see a deadpanned expression on his face. Why is he always so serious? I shrug and continue eating.
"Once you're done eating, we're going to begin your training." I pause, looking up at him with a mouth full. "Training?" He grimaces. "Have manners. Swallow before speaking." I roll my eyes and gesture for him to explain.
"You will begin shooting lessons at the shooting range. Kee will coordinate that and will come to get you in about ten minutes." He walks away, leaving the room, and thankfully also leaving the door unlocked.
As I finish rinsing up my hands, I hear someone come into the room again. Does nobody in this house knock? I step out of the bathroom and see scar-face. Oh, so that's Kee.
He wordlessly looks at me and points his hand in the direction of the door. I follow the direction of his hand and we both step out of the room, him closing the door behind up. "No cuffs this time?", I ask with a smirk. He just ignores me and walks ahead of me. Damn.