Girl in the box

Darkness. So complete it feels solid. Like an entity if it's own, enveloping me. Swallowing me.

I can't see my hands, even when I touch my face. It's damp, cold. I must have been here a while.

I don't know where here is.

The air is harsh, still. Smells of wet and concrete. And something more primal. Sweat and a hint urine, laced with the sweet, metallic tinge of blood.

Feels like I'm underground. Or in a mountain. Somewhere deep.

I swallow. My mouth is so dry my tounge sticks to the roof of my mouth. My throat is raw, like I've been screaming. A lot.

I can't remember how I got here.

I'm sitting, my legs splayed out before me, the wall hard against my back. The cold has crept into my limbs, making them feel wooden.

My breath quickens. The only sound his my heartbeats thundering at an increasing rate. I press my hands against my chest, trying not to panic.

I can't remember anything!

I can feel a faint draft caressing my bare feet, when suddenly the outline of a rectangle lights up some metres in front of me. A door. Someone has turned on the lights on the other side.

Who?

Heavy footsteps. Heavy footwear. Coming closer. Until a shadow blocks out some of the light leaking from the bottom of the door.

The sound of keys, a lock being turned and the door slides open, the sudden light blinding my unaccustomed eyes.

A large, hulking silhouette is standing in the doorway. Apart from his size, the only feature I can make out is long, ragged hair, but I can feel his stare on me. It's making me itch, making me want to fidget. He tilts his head slightly to the side, before reaching for something to the side of the door. A dirty bulb lights up in the middle of the room, hanging from the ceiling.

Light switch.

It's giving out a very dull glow, which my bleary eyes thank it for. I look down my body, seeing worn jeans and a faded, black t-shirt. Both have stains of dirt on them. Actual dirt. My arms and feet are also dirty, and bruised.

Looks like I've been picking a fight in the woods... At least I'm dressed.

My head snaps back up as I hear the click of a lock. He has closed the door, shutting out the harsh light from the room beyond. Shutting me in, with him. The soft light offered by the bulb lets me make out, in addition to the long, unkempt, dirty blond hair, a strong jaw and blue, intense staring eyes. Dark overalls and heavy, worn work boots. He's walking towards me, his steps slow, deliberate. His stare locking my eyes to his. Even though he's in no way rushing, it only takes him a handful of steps to be standing in front of me, given the room's small size. His boots and my bare feet almost touching.

"Hi..." My voice is as hoarce as my throat feels.

No reaction. Just staring.

Not a talker then.

A long moment passes.

I wish you would blink.

Another moment.

Then reality hits me. Hard. My memory is... just gone. I am locked in a room with a man easily twice my size, and his eyes hold a promise of violence. I notice the simple bed lodged against the wall to my left.

Oh shit.