Where am I?

- Chapter Three -

When I woke up, I noticed a dark form, as if someone was sitting on the floor.
This startled me, making me sit up in the bed in a rush.

And I was right. That was Chris, sitting next to the closed door.
I could see a small grin on his face as he was staring at me.

-"don't worry, it's just me. You seemed to be exhausted, you didn't even wake up when I opened the door." He said with a chuckle.
-"for how long have you been watching me?" I spat.
I was scared by waking up to my kidnapper staring at me.
-"oh I haven't been here for long, only a few minutes." He pulled something out of his pocket. That was his phone, he glanced at it:
-"it's been exactly 3 minutes since I got here."

I glanced at the phone in his hands.
That was a good thing to know he was coming here with his phone.
-"yeah ok but why were you watching me sleep? Why are you even here? I thought you would be in troubles if you stayed here for too long."
-"oh it's ok, there's only you and me for the rest of the day."

That was another good thing to know. Only the both of us.
-"is that common for you to be left alone with your victims?"
-"that's something I won't tell you."
His voice sounded playful. I felt a wave of rage rising up, making me grind my teeth.
I muttered through my breath:
-"so you're having fun... What a piece of shit.."

He obviously heard it, slamming his foot on the floor, making me flinch.
I instantly regretted my words.
-"I-I'm s-sorry... I d-didn't meant t-to say that..."
-"listen up Emilia. I'm not especially enjoying what I'm doing but do you think it is a choice I have?! So watch your mouth. I won't hurt you but if you don't fucking behave, I'll just tell my boss the troublemaker that you are, and he will be the one in person taking care of you!"

I nodded frantically at his words, my sight becoming blurry as my eyes filled with tears, once more.

He stood up from the ground, stepping closer with something in his hand.
I was able to notice it seemed to be a cup of Iced Americano that he disposed on the nightstand along with a book.
He then stepped back as he spoke again:
-"here, drink this. And as promised, I brought you the book we talked about earlier."
-"t-thank you.."
I bent over to grab the cup of Iced Americano, taking a sip.

The beverage was how I expected it to be, classic.
But despite its classic taste, it was able to bring me back to the life I had a few days ago, making tears drop down my cheeks in an uncontrollable way.

I could feel Chris still staring at me. I heard him say:
-"I'm sorry."

His voice sounded sincere, and honestly, I didn't quite understand why.

-"if you're sorry, then why are you keeping me there?"
He sighed.
-"you already know the answer."
-"no, I don't know! Why don't you let me out of here?" I cried.
-"because I can't! That's my job to keep you in here!"
-"then why are you sorry?! You don't make any sense!"

I lied down on the bed, my back facing him, my endless sobbing and sniffling echoing in the room.

I heard him get up from the floor and heard his footsteps. I guessed he was about to leave, which I didn't really mind.
Seducing him was going to be such a hard task for me, I've never been good at playing people but in this case, it was even harder.
I really had troubles controlling myself, it was so hard to keep calm when he was acting that way.

-"I'll come back later with your dinner."

I didn't reply to this, but I was sure he heard me hold back a muffled sob.
He waited a few seconds and then I heard the heavy door getting opened, his footsteps, and the door again.

I was alone again.
I turned around on the bed to bury my face in the pillow.

Damn. I had to learn how to control myself if I wanted to get out of here.
I really had to do my best to seduce him, but how to start?
How to seduce someone who ruined your life? And I wasn't even sure that would be working. But I knew I had to find a way of getting closer to him.

An idea came, maybe I could start by asking him for a hug? He said he's sorry for doing that.. So when he would be back to bring me my dinner I could just cry a little more, which will be easy since the tears come without even asking. Then I could tell him I need a hug and ask him nicely if he's ok with that.
Just thinking about hugging him made me shiver, this thought disgusted me but it was not like I had a thousand choices, so I would be doing it at dinner, the sooner I would get close to him and the better it would be.

I turned on the bed so I was now lying on my side. I glanced at the clock, it was 5:42PM. I still had a few hours to wait until dinner time. I grabbed the book he brought me earlier and started reading.

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The usual noises from the door getting opened were heard, revealing Chris, holding the usual tray full of food.
He put it on the nightstand and stepped back. I glanced at him with my glossy eyes, I knew it was time for me to start what I had planned.

-"thank you..." My voice was weak.

He didn't say anything, just nodding his head quickly as to say 'you're welcome'.

That was now or never! I knew I had to put out my best acting now.
I asked with an almost shy voice:

-"I-I know this will seem weird... But... Can I get a h-hug?"

I noticed his eyes widening.
-"w-what? A hug? From me? You know I can't do that! Why would you want such a thing from me anyway?"
-"please... I just want a hug, that's nothing... You all took me from my life to cage me here so the least you can do is agree to my request..."
-"are you planning on stabbing me or so? I only have the keys to unlock the door so no matter what you do, this will just be useless and you'll just get more troubles."
-"what? I just want a hug, that's all I want, I told you..."

He sighed. He seemed hesitant.
I knew that was risky but I had to be quick. I opened my arms in his direction, showing him my hands so he could see I wasn't holding anything.
He stared at me for a few moments, nibbling on his bottom lip. Finally, he stepped toward me.
I got up on my feet, wrapping my arms around his waist when he was close enough.
I couldn't help but ask myself 'what the hell am I doing?'.

I felt his arms around me as well, one of his hands on the back of my head, holding me against his chest.
I felt like throwing up. This whole thing was literally making me sick, everything was insane, nothing made sense anymore.

I felt his fingers softly massaging my scalp, which made me close my eyes, blinking my tears away.
I grasped on his shirt, letting go of all my sorrows. He wasn't saying anything, he just held me against him, swaying us slightly, until I calm myself down.

Eventually, he pulled away and stepped back.

-"are you feeling a little better?"

No, you bastard. Let me get the hell out of here.

-"y-yes... T-thank you Chris.."
I managed to fake a really slight smile, hoping he would believe me.

He nodded. I also noticed him flashing a small smile. I couldn't tell if he was playing my game or if he was stupid or desperate enough to believe he was helping me to feel better.