I turned over. I didn't want to get out of the comfortable bed. I could stay for ages in it. But I had to get up.

I got up and had a quick shower and then got dressed. I wore a black turtleneck, black jeans and a white belt, with a pair of white boots.

I didn't know whether to stat upstairs or to go downstairs to have breakfast. I wasn't used to this lifestyle and everything was new to me.

I decided to go downstairs and just find my way around the place. To just explore my new surroundings.

I found the kitchen, which was massive and smelled delicious but I was quickly shooed out by the massive cook with a spoon.

The dining room was beautiful with glass tables and silver chairs. The chandelier in there was more magnificent than my bedroom's. There was no one in there though so I left out of boredom.

I also explored the meeting room which had thousands upon thousands of chairs. It was entirely white and that annoyed me. So professional.

I was just about done my snooping around when I saw another door. It was small and grey, with the number 37 on it. It had a sign on it, "KEEP OUT." I did what any other logical person would do in my position. I walked up to the door to see if it was open.

It wasn't. I scolded myself for being so gullible as to think that it would be open. I was desperately curious to find out what was behind the door though. It was like a thirst that could only be quenched by information.

I tried several things to do to open the door but it wouldn't budge. Annoyed and exhausted, I gave up. I would find out another day. If I would live another day...

They called me for breakfast. There was such a wide collection of foods there, I could hardly believe my eyes! I wanted to grab everything at once but I didn't because, quite obviously, it would be rude. I didn't want that first impression.

I ate slowly, taking a little bit of everything. I tried the gruel, which I decided I didn't like, and something old-fashioned called cereal, which I enjoyed. I also had a slice of a cake, which was delicious,  and a few strawberries dipped in a chocolate fountain. There was also delicacies such as, a toffee covered marshmallows and chocolate pieces and rice puddings.

India came in with a lot of documents. She whispered something to the elderly man at the top of the table. Then she smiled at me. "Enjoying the meal?" she asked, smiling broadly. I instantly got suspicious. Maybe they were feeding me up like a pig for the slaughter or there was a drug in the food or something similar. Whatever it was I didn't like the way she smiled at me.

I smiled and nodded, hiding my true feelings. She left the room. I lost my appetite after that so I left the room abruptly.

I sat alone in the meeting room, buried in my thoughts. Were they being nice to me so I wouldn't suspect anything? Was I just being paranoid? Maybe I was.

I was so caught up in my own troubles that I didn't notice someone sit down beside me. "You are thinking, correct?" a beautiful monotone voice. I looked up. It was Dominic. "Hey," I said, only half paying attention. "Should I leave?" Dominic said, looking as if he didn't know what to do,"You seemed to be occupied by your thoughts..." "No, no," I said, not wanting to be left alone again.

Dominic was brilliant company. He let me think but at the same time made me feel like I wasn't alone in the room.

"So...Dominic how old are you?" I asked, finished thinking. He looked up and his ice chips bored into my honey-brown eyes. "I am forty-six years, four months, twenty-seven days, seventeen hours and fifty-two minutes since my creation date- if that is what are referring to..." he said quickly. "So you're forty-six?" I said, avoiding the rest of the information. "Affirmative," he said robotically.

I was silent for another while. I knew what I wanted to ask him but I didn't know how to say it. "Dominic," I said. He looked confused for a second and then his face went blank. "Yes. That is my name, I believe," he said, going back to staring at the white walls. "Can I call you Dom?" I said. "If that is what you wish," he said blandly.

I took a deep breath. I wasn't going to be able to delay it forever. "Dom, there's this door that says, "Keep out" in capital letters. It's a grey door. Number 37," I said, describing the door as well as I could. He nodded. I assumed he meant that he knew what I was talking about.

"Do you know anything about it?" I asked. "Why do you wish to obtain that information?" Dominic asked. "I was exploring and I found the door. It was locked and anything that I did in attempt to open it didn't work..." I said, making motions with my hands in order to explain properly.

Dominic suddenly grabbed my shoulders tightly, squeezing them really hard and hurting me. I winced. "Annabel, if you are a sensible and intelligent as you appear to be, you will not go near that room again. There are awful things in that room and if you value your life and innocence you will not enter it. Is that clear?" he said, letting go of my shoulders. I was taken aback after his attack.He scared me with that sudden and quick movement.

But still my curiosity burned like a flame, spreading and catching, until every thought was on that door. I needed to find out what was behind that door.