I chuckled, my mind racing with thoughts of countless rewards. How would they compensate me?...
They don't seem like a legitimate corporation to me.
I was kidnapped against my will...
I licked my lips, envisioning a substantial amount of money, but... what do they want from someone like me?
I held my chin, pondering as I walked slowly.
I noticed a cluster of chairs, and the place seemed a bit different. The floor was covered in plastic, and as I walked, the layer of plastic between the wall and floor began to thicken.
GULP– "They certainly prioritize hygiene." – A bead of sweat dripped from my temple.
Everything here felt wrong; I know it deep down in my heart.
I tried to deceive myself to lessen my fear, but what could my shallow self do?... I'm weak!.... I'm doomed.
Whatever these people plan to do with me, I know I cannot refuse because in a place like this, I'm nothing more than an insect.
[Memories of being injected with something and then having my tooth broken flooded back.]
Nobody will care if I live or die in a place like this; I can no longer deceive myself.
* * *
I want to scream, to scream for someone to come and help me, but the only ones who will come are them. They will have their way, regardless of the plee.
I am a man now, 17 years old, yet I no longer feel like one. It's pathetic and shameful to admit, but I feel like a helpless maiden surrounded by wild wolves. What can I possibly do?
Their will is absolute. If I attempt to defy the tides, the tides will only throw me harder to where they wish to cast me... I'm trapped in this flow against my will.
I walked through some chairs, my attention mostly focused on the pain of my broken tooth and my situation... TSK
"Hey!"
I turned back; someone shouted a voice that sounded like a young woman, pleasant and somewhat cute.
"Here," she waved her hand, "the waiting place is here!"
I walked over and looked around; there were so many people sitting in chairs, and I hadn't noticed that each of them was wearing the same white attire as me.
I grasped the support of the chair... surprisingly, it was also wrapped in plastic... I wondered why?
I looked at the woman; her eyes were striking green, and her long brown hair framed her face. Her facial features were above average, and by her looks, she seemed to be in her mid to late twenties.
That much I could tell. I shook my head, realizing I had been looking a little too long into her eyes, and I felt a burning sensation in my cheeks.
I stole a glance.
"She is still looking!"
"Hmm, why is there blood on your lips?" – she raised her brow.
It's common sense not to trust strangers, no matter how pleasing they may be to the eyes.
"I... I... I just fell and broke my tooth!"
Her eyes widened as she leaned in.
"Are you an idiot? Your tooth is broken, and you're just leaving it like that! Show me!"
I hesitated before revealing it to her.
"Oh heavens! Why... they gave you such a nice face, and you!... can't you be a little more careful while walking?"
I lowered my head, hearing her scolding. Yes, she might be pretty, but she's a decade older than I am. I'm nothing but a kid in her eyes.
"Tell me, does it hurt?"
I nodded my head, my body filled with an unexplainable guilt after hearing her reprimand.
She looked around and finally she tore a part -from her attire and told me to press it to the broken part.
" I don't know but when I use to feel pain in my tooth when I was young I use to press it.. it might help a little "
I did as she told me I put that cloth like a cotton it's texture was synthetic it barely helped, instead of soaking the blood the blood was just dripping down from it.
" Thanks!"
I bowed in appreciation... at least she tried..
I looked at her although she was trying to hide it but thier was a sense of uncomfort and unease in her eyes her posture was to tight arms and legs gripped together .
It must be... [ Memories of me being stripped and forced cold water came ]... she must have experienced the same thing. ...Assholes ! ..
I gritted my teeth.
As a man it was shameful for me and she..TSK... I gritted my teeth and stayed silent
Some movements passed.
She looked at me hesitatantly
" I..I.. wonder what is someone your age doing here ?... you shouldn't be here in a place like this!"
She hesitated
" I know they are offering nice money but still are you not to young for this?.. it seems you are a nice kid and it looks like you belong to a nice family!.. so why? "
She hesitated , she no longer seemed like the same woman who was scolding me some movements ago, here body was trembling.
" Why? Do you want to sell your organs? "
My eyes widened in horror my pupil shrunk directly looking at her in utter disbelief, a cold shiver ran down my spine , I felt my whole back Turing wet from sweat.
" Wh..What ?"
Blink — she looked at me , her complexion turning pale mouth opened in horror
" You!..You ! Don't know ? "
* * *
I felt as though the ground beneath my feet had vanished... I want to scream... No, I'm already screaming!
I can't see anything; everything appears blurry... My body is frozen in fear.
"Will they cut me open?... Take all my organs!... Will they kill me!... I don't want to die!... I don't want to... I don't want to!... I don't want to... don't want to... don't want to!"
In that moment, I lost all sense of reason; only fear remained—the fear that I would be killed and butchered like livestock.
"It's okay! It's fine... everything is going to be alright!"
A soft, shaky voice whispered; it was the same woman. I felt a warm sensation as she took me into her embrace, hugging me... I felt relief... her grip tightened... tightening too much.
"It hurts!" I mumbled, her nails digging into my thin skin.
"It's okay... it's okay!... it's okay!" she kept repeating. I felt her grip shaking. I took a breath and looked at her.
Her eyes had lost all reason; there was madness in her gaze. She was even more maddened than I was.