The door to his cell opened and in walked the woman in black followed by the same two men who had been dolling out his torture these past days. As physically attractive her appearance was, he had long since felt anything but animus towards her.
"Good morning agent Smith," her eyes held a glint like she knew something he did not, "time for your regular meeting. If you don't mind following me," she finished by motioning to the two men to help him to his feet and free him from the shackles on the wall.
Her words perplexed him as the usual torture was dealt out here in his cell rather than being taken elsewhere. The men brought him to his feet being less than gentle before directing him out the door still wearing the same gown he had been in for how long he could not remember. The hallway was long with several doors on each side ending with what appeared to be an elevator.
He followed the woman in black as the click of her black leather boots echoed off the walls. The sway of her hips in her tight black outfit mildly distracted him as he reminded himself of what type of woman her shapely frame contained. He started to weigh the option of trying to overpower the men behind him, if he even had the strength, before dealing with the woman against being left in a location he was unfamiliar with and did not want to attempt escape without having some sort of idea where exactly he was. Breaking free only to find himself on an island in the middle of the ocean might prove to be an exercise in futility. He decided patience was still his best option given they had kept him alive this long thanks to the help of his fellow imprisoned caretaker.
Thinking of Shelle he found his libido stirring much more than anything the woman in black had been able to evoke from him. Where the woman in black was harsh and cold, Shelle was sweet and comforting. He was brought out of his reverie as the doors to the elevator opened and he was forcible pushed inside by the men trailing him.
There were several unmarked buttons inside the elevator with a hand scanner off to one side which the woman in black used prior to pressing one of the buttons. Another good piece of information to have before choosing his time to escape. He would need someone to assist with the elevator in order to free himself. Next, which floor led out and when out, where was he and how could he get to safety?
The ride was short, and the doors opened to a small lobby with a desk which was attended by a diminutive man with blonde hair and glasses who looked up as the group exited the elevator. Behind the desk to the right was a door that was closed, other than that the room was empty. The man behind the desk was the first to speak, "she is waiting for him. You can leave him with me."
The woman in black laughed softly at the blonde-haired man's words, "think you can keep him under control this time?"
The blonde-haired man's face took on an annoyed expression, "the last time was a mistake. It won't happen again."
The last time? He did not remember seeing the blonde-haired man prior to this moment. What was going on here?
"Very well," the woman in black responded as the two men with her gave him a gentle push towards the desk before turning back to the elevator.
As the doors to the elevator closed he thought of overpowering the blond-haired man and possibly trying to get some information from him. His thoughts started to wonder again about the conversation he just witnessed, what did they mean about the last time? Where was he? How could he find Shelle before finding a way out of this place?
"There's no need for violence or threats this time," the blonde-haired man said to him. "If you are still wanting to know where Shelle is, she is in there," he motioned towards the door beyond his desk. Reaching down under his desk he did something that caused the door to automatically open. "You can go in now. She is waiting for you."
It took several moments for him to respond. The confusion caused too many thoughts to race through his head until he was finally able to calm his mind. Without saying a word, he slowly walked through the door which immediately closed behind him.
The room held a large desk at the far end with chairs in front of it and a white leather couch behind them against the wall to his left. The woman behind the desk gave him pause. He had never seen her when her hair was not in complete disarray and her lips that were curved into a smile never had appeared such a deep red as they currently did.
"And how are you feeling today agent Smith?"
