I notice three other rooms. One next to the room I just exit from and another two across from it. All the doors are made of steel with a peephole in the middle of the top half. The passage is broad in width from my end to the other but short in length. A blank grey concrete wall is to my right and to the left are stairs. Honestly, everything here is concrete and steel. Every wall, the floor, the doors, that desk. Everything.

Heading upstairs, I'm amazed by what I see. I thought that the place would be as dark, dull and dreary as downstairs, but it's the complete opposite. Downstairs looks rather funereal while upstairs, the walls consist of dark charcoal bricks. A champagne grey wooden floor with a laminate finish. The interior doors were made of wood, some with glass panels. The ceiling was fairly high up with glass windows at the top and sides. From just below the windows to the ceiling, it honestly looked like it was made out of gold. I know they used the metallic gold paint to get that shiny effect, but wow. It's stunning.

I notice that it's late afternoon looking out the glass windows. I turn my head back for a moment to take a look at the stairs I just came up from. That's when it hit me. We are now on ground level. That was an underground bunker or basement, something like that. That's why it looks so dreadful.

We walk through one of the wooden doors with glass panels and eventually make our way to a long corridor with several doors on either side. At the end of the corridor is another glass window. This ceiling isn't as high as the other side and not gold either, but white. The floors are tiled and cream wallpaper covers the walls. I notice a few cameras in the hallway too. Only the doors remained the same wood, however, these doors ranged from 001 - 024. We stopped in front of door 016.

"This is your room from now on," My nurse breaks the silence that grew deafening. She opens the door and gestures for me to go inside and I do just that. This is my room!? I scream internally, eyes as wide as saucers.

Since when do victims EVER get decent, clean, furnished rooms from their kidnappers? There's a queen size bed to my right with white pillows and blankets as well as dark brown throw pillows. A white dresser with a mirror at the end of the bed against the cream wall. A dark brown bedside table with a lamp on top on either side of the bed. The closet is on the far end of the room. And there's a bathroom with a toilet, hand basin and shower. Which I can see, because the door leading to it has big glass panels.

The thing however that snaps me back to reality and out of my awestruck state... Is the camera with the red light, in the corner of my new bedroom. I already feel violated. I don't want this room, no matter how glamorous and proper it may seem.

What's the bigger picture behind all of this? This really can't be true. They're trying to make you comfortable here. My conscience reminds me. They really are determined to making you forget about your previous life. Well okay thoughts, that's enough. I get it. Thanks.

"Let me start by introducing myself," my nurse begins and my soul leaps to the ceiling. I had no idea she came in as well.

"I'm Peggy and I'll be your assigned nurse for the next few months. Marcus already told you about the evaluations and treatments. So-"

"Treatments?"

"Yes, treatments. We weren't going to spend so much time on evaluating you for nothing. You need to be improved. Appearance wise."

My face drops to the ground. Even she thinks I'm ugly. I know I am, but really? Do I really look that bad that they had to kidnap me in order to fix me up so that I can fit into society?

As if sensing my sudden glumness she speaks up. "Not that I'm saying your features aren't good enough. You are a pretty girl. Flaws and all. However, they want you beautified even more to a point of perfection and that's where I come in. I will simply enhance the beauty within outward." My face lightens up a bit. Peggy's a rather sweet and kind woman.

Or she's just good with words and secretly planning on torturing you. Okay really, is there an off switch lying around for my conscience somewhere?

I go against my idiotic brain and thank her instead. "Always," She says with a polite smile. Then she lifts the file in her hand, torso high and opens it. "I need to ask you a few questions. Even if you don't want to answer some of them, I advise that you do. Marcus is checking the files once we hand them in and there will be punishments for every blank space". She looks serious.

I told you it's a trap. But did you listen? Nooo.. Shut up.

I don't want nor need them knowing anything further about me, but if her warning is true I don't really have a choice. So I nod in agreement.

"Any brothers or sisters?" "No."

"Any deceased parents?" "No."

"Any boyfriend.. Or girlfriend" I give her a 'what-the-hell-look'. "Hey, you never know these days. Some teens go both ways." All I reply is no.

"Are you done with school?" "No."

"Are you well known and or popular?" "No."

"Do you have any illnesses?" No."

"Are you a virgin?" "No."

So far all my answers have been no I automatically respond with it like the idiot I am. "I mean yes!" a few chuckles escape her.

Well, that's great. Laugh at the ugly virgin teenager. Go tell Steven for all I care. 

"That's excellent," she states after ticking the final block in the file. Curiosity seeps through and I question her statement which she doesn't answer at first as she stands to ponder on whether or not to say something.

"You'll see eventually."

That's it?

"Are the others going through all of this as well - the girls who got kidnapped with me?" I question. 

Peggy looks at me blankly and I take it as my cue to elaborate. 

"The room, the questions, the camera, the lack of privacy..."

With a deep sigh, she shuts the file and holds it in the palm of her hands as it dangles by her thighs. "Yes, they are. Keep in mind that even though we don't want to hurt you and only want to enhance your beauty, you're still our prisoner. So privacy is no option. Supper will be prepared soon and delivered to your room. This will happen three times a day and there'll always be four guards stationed out in the hallway. So trying to pick the lock to escape won't work. We're starting tomorrow with your 'Triple E'. Please don't be difficult."

"Can I ask you something?"

 With an approving nod, I continue.

"Is today the same day that I got kidnapped or has a day passed already?" I need to know to keep track of my time here. "It's the same day. Now go and get cleaned up. Supper will arrive soon." She says while exiting, then closing the door. Clean up for who? The delivery man? No thank you. I think to myself.

Her kindness is too good to be true. I'm going to shut you down brain, one way or another.

I stare at the door for a while before turning around to further inspect my room. I hate calling it that - 'my room' - because it's not, but I have nothing else to claim as my own right now. And I have a feeling that from tomorrow onward, I won't even be able to claim my body as my own. Sounds crazy right? But it is what it is.

No screw that! It's not. Snap out of it Vivian. You need to escape from here! For once my conscience was right.

I make my way to the dresser and start opening the drawers. There are hairbrushes, headbands, hair clips and elastics in the first drawer. The next had underwear in it, and they were just my size. The last one was empty.

I walk over to the closet and get taken by surprise to see the amount of clothing, all my size to be precise, even though most of it consists of tank tops and booty shorts. I might as well parade around in my underwear since they're practically the same size. There are three pairs of jeans, sweatpants, hoodies and long sleeve tops, with a sign that says 'only wear on cold days'. 

Well, of course, fashion police. 

Another section of the closet has nightwear, which I know as once again, there's a sign stating the rather noticeable obvious. Looking down I see four pairs of sandals, two pairs of sneakers, and two pairs of boots. Stylish. More sneakers would do, but beggars can't be choosers, right?

I step away, close the closet doors and make my way to the bathroom through the wood and glass paneled door. The bathroom had the same white, cream, and dark brown color scheme as the bedroom. Next to the toilet is a holder with toilet paper. On the hand basin are hand wash, hand lotion, toothpaste, and a toothbrush. There are cream towels hanging over the rails next to the shower and a bathroom mat in front of it. In the shower is a rack with shampoo, conditioner, body wash, facial wash, a sponge, and washrag.

It's all a distraction from what's really going to happen to you once the evaluations are completely done. I remind myself, listening to my conscience.

Turning around to leave, I get the sudden urge to look up. I do just that and instantly regret it. There's a camera in the freaking bathroom as well, are you kidding me!?

Waves of nausea hit me knowing that I'll need to take a shower sooner or later and whoever the creep is behind the screen will be watching me. I instantly bend down to the toilet and lift up the lid. Curling over I feel my stomach clenching in and out as my throat forces up contents. Except nothing but saliva mixed with stomach acid, burning the back of my throat, escapes my mouth as I haven't eaten since this morning that I was late for school. I get up, close the lid and go to the handbasin to rinse out my mouth. I splash some water on my face to calm down. There's no way I'm taking a shower like this.

Then I get an idea. I can't believe I didn't think of it sooner. Because you were in shock you idiot.. I swear it's like Jessica is haunting me through my conscience.

I walk over to the drawer for some underwear, then to the closet and pick out a nightgown. I head straight to the bathroom afterward and place my clothing on the toilet lid instead of the floor. I take the two towels hanging over the rails and place them over the shower door. I get in, get undress and let my clothing fly over to the floor, then turn on the taps.

"Cold! Cold! Cold!.." I scream, but not loudly. I turn the other tap way wider. "Hot! Hot! Hot!.." That burns so of course I scream louder. Eventually I get the water to the perfect temperature.

The water and steam feel so good against my skin being both refreshing and relaxing. I wash my face, hair then body. I turn off the taps and grab a towel over the shower door to cover myself with it before getting out.

Once I'm out, I slip on my underwear under the towel, then my nightgown over it before taking the towel off and wrapping my hair up in it. I place the other towel back on the rail and leave my dirty clothes in the corner of the bathroom floor. The entire time avoiding to gaze up to the camera, not wanting to feel sick again.

I turn around, still looking down, to make my way to the bedroom. Once I'm out of the door I look straight to the bed. What? When? How?

There's a tray of food on my bed!

But I never heard anyone come in. Must be ninja's.. I'm officially naming that subconscious part of my brain Jess. It becomes an idiot at times. There are just certain things I cannot prevent my brain from thinking. No matter how dumb it sounds.

One growl from my stomach is all it takes. I walk over to the bed, sit down and pick up the tray, immediately stuffing my mouth. Once I am done, I place the tray on the dresser then climb into bed. Tomorrow could potentially be a long day, especially with the 'Triple E' and planning an escape.

Today is day one and I hope that tomorrow is the last.