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When you had awoken, the first thing you felt was a chill. Being in an unknown location and lying bare on the concrete floor gave you that first sensation. You had to be convinced this was a dream, at first, just one of the few times you recognize it as so. But it’s real. Just as real as the man staring down at me with a red frown. You almost laughed, half out of nervousness, the other half from being dumbfounded, at him and his mask. It looked so silly the way he wore it, sagging and sad on his head with a real simple design.
But you kept your mouth shut. It didn’t feel right to laugh or smile around him or this situation. You guys stayed silent for a while, unmoving as the stares continued on. What did he want? A ransom for you? To harvest your organs? You didn’t know and he didn’t seem like telling.
Frustration built up on you after an hour (?) and you tried asking myself how long it would be til you woke up; you dreamt yourself finally awoken, going back home after meeting with the accountant and relaxing. Enjoying the simple pleasures you had taken for granted.
You stopped staring back and opted to look around instead. It was much dark and hard to see, the only light shined behind The Figure, painting him to be in a higher regard than you felt was really true to reality.
You weren't bound, oddly enough, free to roam; that’s not what you usually see in most kidnapping scenarios. Wouldn’t it be more ideal to have you bound and unable to freely escape? He must be confident you couldn’t. When you turned your head you could see a small blanket in the corner and two dog bowls. A sickness makes its way to your stomach. Is that how he seriously intends to feed me?
Earlier, you saw a blanket lying behind yourself and you felt urged to go get it but every time you took your eyes off of him you felt uneasy. So, you just scooted backward, swaying your hands around for the thin fabric. Once in your hand, you knelt your head deeper into it than intended but then quickly wrapped it around yourself out of shame. It wasn’t too small or big, engulfing most of your visible body underneath its dirty linen. The barrier gave you peace of mind, away from him, even for a moment.
You coddled yourself in the blanket, eyes unfocused regardless of your desperate want to close them and dream away this terrible event. You thought back to how you got here. Your memory’s coming back. You were meeting with an accountant, Mr. Thomas, his name, but he just told you to call him Brian. You guys went over some things, your business and whatnot and when that was done he walked out of your house. He turned back, hinting to say something before he took you down and then it was a slow fade to black with a lot of struggling.
“Mr. Thomas? Is that you?” you finally had the courage to speak up.
“Brian, did you really do this?” your throat felt dry.
“Brian, please, I don’t understand why. What do you want from me? I’ll give it if I can.” you moved closer to his statuesque form still leering over. Maybe you could get through to him. Maybe he’ll have some sympathy for me. You don’t know what you did to deserve this.
“Is someone making you do this? Please, talk to me. I don’t want to believe you really did this. I mean—you seemed so sweet and polite at our meeting.” Your one hand clasped the makeshift towel on your chest, the other inching towards (who you assume to be) Brian’s mask. He lets you get very close. Closer than you imagine. Your finger nearly touched the bottom of his mask, in another angle it would’ve emanated The Creation of Adam, and nearly as you guys touch you hear the click of a gun.