You hear the moan again and this time you know it's for real. It looks like it's coming from the other side of the hole. Using the wall as leverage, you get up and walk over to the hole on the wall. At first you hesitate but then you take a peak and see a woman. The room she's in looks a lot like yours, except for the window and the ceiling, which your room does not have. Whatever this place is, if there was a time when it was new, that time is long gone.
You turn your attention to the woman in the other room. Short-haired, well-built, muscular, light brown skin, fierce features. You also notice the scars. Not the kind of scars you get from abuse, but from not running away from trouble. She sure doesn't look like the type of person you want to disturb during sleep. But still... You don't really know the kind of trouble you're in. You just know, or at least you imagine, you're both in the same situation and it's best if you stick together. With that in mind you call out to her.
"Hey! Are you all right?"
She doesn't respond. Perhaps she didn't hear your. Or perhaps she's just pretending. Like you once were. You call out again.
"It's OK. I'm not gonna hurt you."
Just the kind of words you hear before whoever says it hurts you.
Although the hole on the wall is large enough to provide a complete view of the other room, it's too narrow to allow passage. For the first time since you woke up you walk over to the door and notice the absence of dirt on it. It looks so clean, maybe it's new. Why would someone put a new door in an old room? Realizing the stupidity of the question, you murmur a small prayer and grab the knob.
Your prayer is answered and the knob offers no resistance. You open the door just a little bit and see a narrow corridor. The walls are as dirty as those in the rooms. All the rooms on this floor have brand new white doors and they're all closed. The remains of a red carpet leads to a balcony at the end of the corridor. Finding no iminent danger, you pull the door open and venture outside. You walk to the room adjacent to yours, but instead of trying the door you continue to the balcony. Careful not to show too much of yourself, you absorb as much information as you can. You're in an old building, a hotel of sorts. You see the big but empty swimming pool and the dense forest around you. The whole place looks like a tourist complex that got abandoned before it got finished. Maybe they ran out of money to finish it.
You turn your attention to the woman in the other room. Short-haired, well-built, muscular, light brown skin, fierce features. You also notice the scars. Not the kind of scars you get from abuse, but from not running away from trouble. She sure doesn't look like the type of person you want to disturb during sleep. But still... You don't really know the kind of trouble you're in. You just know, or at least you imagine, you're both in the same situation and it's best if you stick together. With that in mind you call out to her.
"Hey! Are you all right?"
She doesn't respond. Perhaps she didn't hear your. Or perhaps she's just pretending. Like you once were. You call out again.
"It's OK. I'm not gonna hurt you."
Just the kind of words you hear before whoever says it hurts you.
Although the hole on the wall is large enough to provide a complete view of the other room, it's too narrow to allow passage. For the first time since you woke up you walk over to the door and notice the absence of dirt on it. It looks so clean, maybe it's new. Why would someone put a new door in an old room? Realizing the stupidity of the question, you murmur a small prayer and grab the knob.
Your prayer is answered and the knob offers no resistance. You open the door just a little bit and see a narrow corridor. The walls are as dirty as those in the rooms. All the rooms on this floor have brand new white doors and they're all closed. The remains of a red carpet leads to a balcony at the end of the corridor. Finding no iminent danger, you pull the door open and venture outside. You walk to the room adjacent to yours, but instead of trying the door you continue to the balcony. Careful not to show too much of yourself, you absorb as much information as you can. You're in an old building, a hotel of sorts. You see the big but empty swimming pool and the dense forest around you. The whole place looks like a tourist complex that got abandoned before it got finished. Maybe they ran out of money to finish it.
