He woke up slowly, His mind cloudy. Confusion kicking in as he took in his surroundings.
He was not in his bed room, nor any other room in his house. This room was unfamiliar to him.
As he took in his surroundings, he replayed his last memories in his head.
He was at a bar having a couple drinks. Feeling unsocial he chose a bar which he had never been to before.
It was nothing special, Dark, smoky, a couple of pool tables and a juke box. The important thing is nobody here knew him. He didn't want to talk, he didn't even want to listen. He just wanted to drink.. drink and forget.
Not anything specific mind you. He didn't lose his job or have a run in bad luck. He hadn't committed or witnessed any crime, or lost a loved one. For him, the world was just starting to be pointless.
Every night he would watch the news, seeing some kind of tragic event or violent act. And every day on the streets he would see everything the news didn't mention. Life had become one big repetitive loop of misery, greed, or violence. Its not that he wanted to die. He just wanted to feel again, to go back to a time where he was happy.. there was such a time wasn't there? Everyone was happy at some point in their life weren't they?
If he couldn't feel again, then he would forget.
Music was playing from the juke box, people enjoyed playing pool. He went and sat in a booth as far as he could from everyone. Ordering 1 beer after another, he drank and waited. On his fifth beer he still couldn't quite figure out what it was he was waiting for. Then he noticed her...
She was watching him from across the bar. He couldn't quite make out every detail, but some how he knew she was beautiful. Her eyes.. the most beautiful blue eyes he had ever seen. And then darkness..
Looking around the room for any indication of how he got here, or where "Here" was. Taking note that he was still in his clothes except for his shoes, he realized he couldn't move his arms or his legs! "What the Hell" he muttered to himself.
His arms and legs were tied to the bed posts, he tested the rope but there was no give. Then she walked into the room...
It was her, the woman from the bar. She was more beautiful than he had remembered. She had long silky hair, that seemed to change from brown to red in color. She wore a long black silk robe. Stiletto heels that laced up her ankles to her toned calves.
She sat in a chair facing the bed. Sitting in silence. Those blue eyes just watching him, judging him.
"Where am I?" he demanded.
She lit a cigarette, closing her eyes inhaling slowly.. like the smoke itself was a forgotten memory.
"Who are you?"
Silence. Those eyes.. those beautiful blue eyes.
"I said who are you Damnit!!" His words showing a little more fear then he would have liked.
As if a decision had been made, she stood up out of the chair. Putting out her cigarette, she walked silently out of the room.
