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Chapter Three
~The Crash~

When you awoke, your head pounded through your skull, causing a groan to escape your mouth.

"Finally, you're awake".

You looked up at a man dressed in full black. A smirk on his face before ambling over to the other side of the room you were in.

You began to become more aware of the environment you were being held captive in. And you knew you were being held captive because your hands were bound by some thick device behind your back.

What the hell is going on? How long have I been out? Who are these people! Oh no.
You thought as your eyes explored the place more.
The man in my yard. Is he still there? What about my family? Did he hurt them? I remember a flash of silver before he knocked me out. My family, if they're alive they'd be wondering where I am!

You couldn't let panic take over you. So you examined what exactly you'd have to deal with. Not that you can fight.

Four men, armed with large guns, sat across from each other, buckled in their seats - like you.....so you were in a flying aircraft, you just realised you were high up in the clouds. There was a large window overlooking everything that the aircraft flew toward.

Two pilots in the front, not seemed to be armed, but dressed in some sort of combat clothing.
Another man, the same one who commented when you woke up, he was walking freely on the aircraft.

He must have been on this aircraft before, with the confidence he has while walking steadily on this thing. He's probably like some hitman or something?

You watched the man who walked freely, he wasn't armed with a large gun. But a knife and hand gun in his belt.

I think he's got more authority over these people.
Who even are these people!?

Your eyes followed the man who walked freely, he ambled around the corner, where another man sat.
He wore a silver sleeve.

Silver!
Your eyes widened.
It's him! He's the one who knocked me out!

The man who walked freely handed the man with the silver sleeve a device with writing on it. He took it, read it quickly, then gave it back to the man who stood.

Just some genuine encounter with each other.

The man then headed toward you, he looked down at you, then looked back at you. Noticing the confusion and fear in your eyes as you looked upon him, your mouth covered by a stinky rag.

"You have no idea what you're capable of, do you?"

Your eyes furrowed. The man who walked freely was speaking to you.

When you didn't answer in any way, not even with your eyes, he's smirk widened and he slowly walked toward you.
His breath stank, that's how close he was to you. You wanted to flick your face away as his finger traced along your cheek.

"We've been watching you. Every-little-movement-you make".

His eyes went down, exploring your body. It was then when you realised you were barely wearing any clothes.
You had on the same clothes you did when you were knocked out. A one-suit you wear to bed.

Fear was now taking over. Your heart ponding.

"Yeah, we know your little secret. And when we're done with you, make sure not to fall apart".