I don't know how I got myself into this confusing and irritating situation. I don't even fully know what the situation, in the least. Alli know for certain is that I'm currently leading a girl through a warehouse with her wrists bounded with hand-cuffs behind her back in an obviously uncomfortable position. She's a young girl, only in her teens probably, given her small stature and size. She's dressed simply in a t-shirt and skirt, barefoot as well. Her hair is a tangled mess, pulled up into a crude ponytail style, held together by an elastic band. She squirms helplessly in my grip, but not too hard - we're surrounded by men more heavily armed than myself, and they're all my allies, not hers.
I sigh, but otherwise don't give her a response to her struggling. I felt mildly sorry for her obliviousness of the predicament she is was in, though I had to go through the same process only but a few short years ago. I watch the other men as I escort her into the dimly lit hallway, she and I alone for a change, pushing on her back to keep her moving. We come to a stop in front of a cell door. I hold on to her shoulder firmly with one hand, tapping a few buttons on a keypad toward the left. The door moans, creaking open. I shove you in, walking in myself. On the contrary, I didn't remember who this girl was, where she came from. But that didn't matter to anyone here, discluding the girl. I stick my jack-knife into my back pocket, making you sit in a small wooden chair in the middle of the twelve-by-twelve foot room. I stand in front of you, leaning against the wall with my arms crossed over my chest. I peer down at you because of the sheer height difference between us.
"Before introduce myself to you, let's get one thing straight. I know this is all strange to you, it has that effect on everybody at first. And I know that you're the only female in this entire facility, so don't give me that shit," isaid coldly, no readable emotions in my dark eyes and facial expression. "Whatever. I'm Jason," I introduce myself, not making any move to let you out of your bonds.
I sigh, but otherwise don't give her a response to her struggling. I felt mildly sorry for her obliviousness of the predicament she is was in, though I had to go through the same process only but a few short years ago. I watch the other men as I escort her into the dimly lit hallway, she and I alone for a change, pushing on her back to keep her moving. We come to a stop in front of a cell door. I hold on to her shoulder firmly with one hand, tapping a few buttons on a keypad toward the left. The door moans, creaking open. I shove you in, walking in myself. On the contrary, I didn't remember who this girl was, where she came from. But that didn't matter to anyone here, discluding the girl. I stick my jack-knife into my back pocket, making you sit in a small wooden chair in the middle of the twelve-by-twelve foot room. I stand in front of you, leaning against the wall with my arms crossed over my chest. I peer down at you because of the sheer height difference between us.
"Before introduce myself to you, let's get one thing straight. I know this is all strange to you, it has that effect on everybody at first. And I know that you're the only female in this entire facility, so don't give me that shit," isaid coldly, no readable emotions in my dark eyes and facial expression. "Whatever. I'm Jason," I introduce myself, not making any move to let you out of your bonds.
