I sat alone. I was in a plain white room. I was so confused. So many thoughts were flying through my head.

After the Lottery, Rufus dragged me off stage. There were security behind stage and they pulled me into the white room where I am now. They told to stay here and not to move. And that they would come back for me in a while.
Now I'm here.

My head was going crazy. So many thoughts, so many theories, so many ideas. But there was one that stood out.

The old woman's theory. The more I tried to deny it, the more I believed it. It was like the piece of the puzzle that fitted but I didn't want to put it into place.

I sighed. This place must be making me lose my marbles.

A tall blonde man walked in. His eyes were beautiful and like ice chips. His blonde hair was ruffled in a untidy but attractive way and it was platinum blonde, almost white. His skin was a chalky white and there were no blemishes anywhere. He was taller than anyone I'd ever met, standing at around 6"6'. He was dressed mostly in white. I was now sick of the colour white.

I'd seen people similar to him. He was a genetically-engineered human or fakies. They had a massive intellect and they lived far longer lives than the average human. But then they were also emotionless because the scientists hadn't figured out how to put feelings into their birth codes. At least that's what they said. They were prone to disobedience though. Only the government were allowed to use them, just in case someone used them to rebel against them.

He didn't say anything, his expression solemn. I waited for him to speak.

It was a while before he said something. "Come with me," he said in a deep, monotone voice. I nodded afraid that I would say something wrong and offend him. Although I don't know how you can offend someone without emotions, they do attack if provoked.

"Where are taking me?" I asked, after a long period of silence. "That is not relevant," he said, his face still expressionless. I accepted that. I wasn't going to argue with a fakie.

I decided it was best to change the subject. "Do you have a name?" I said, regretting it immediately afterwards. Fakies didn't have names. They just had numbers. "I have a number," he said, almost puzzled by my question. "What is it?" I asked curious. "I am number D0987C," he said, as emotionless as always.

I didn't say anything for a while. He was a relatively new for a fakie, only about forty years old. "Can I give you a name?" I asked timidly. He stayed silent. I took it for a yes. "I think I'm going to call you...Dominic," I said, after a moment's pause. I would've said that a smile played on his lips, except for the fact that he was a fakie and as I said before, fakies don't have emotions.

He brought me to a white room. More white. Oh joy. "See you later," I said to him, giving a small wave. He didn't respond and just walked off.

A woman approached me. She was so different to Dominic. She had a short black bob and it looked like not a hair out of place. She was in a black suit with a pencil skirt. Her eyes were black, cold and calculating. Her lips were in a straight line and she had porcelain skin. She had an aura of superiority and order. I'd seen her before. India Wilis, one of the world's renowned scientists.  She was always talking about human evolution. She worked with the government.

"Ah, Annabel Bendis I believe?" she asked, in a soft British accent. I nodded to afraid to say anything. "Come this way, darling," she said, forcing a smile. It didn't suit her and didn't make her look any less strict.

She led me into a room. It was beautiful. There was a four-poster bed in the centre of the room. It had a pale pink duvet on it and a white pillow. There were golden posts and the were ornamented with floral designs and diamonds. The bed looked so soft and comfy.

The walls were painted white and there were faint designs of flowers on them. There was a soft golden carpet on the floor.

The light was a chandelier and it was covered in diamonds. There was a white desk in the corner of the room. There was a massive pink walk-in wardrobe with a million dresses and clothes in it. There was an onsuite and the toilet lid was made of silver. The taps were pure gold and there was running hot water. The shower was massive and the bath was basically a swimming pool.

I stayed cautious though. They were just giving me bread and circuses. Make me comfortable before I was caught unawares. Then they would do things to me...

I smiled pleasantly at Ms Wilis though and acted as if I was overjoyed. "You will being staying here until we find a building for you to live in," India said, finishing our conversation. I nodded and lay into my bed. Today had been unusual. I had won the Lottery. But I wasn't satisfied. I curled up into the warm sheets and fell asleep. I would see what tomorrow brought.