WHERE?
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So that's how I got to the forest, the TTT must be some kind of a transportation device.
What is this smell? I am smelling something weird, like mold or wet dog. No, it's chicken feathers! I smell chicken feathers. I woke up and had no idea where I am, again. This is getting old. The smell was coming from the whole bed especially from the huge pillows under my head. There were several of those. I was almost sitting in bed- practical for a head injury. My head and feet were bandaged. Someone has been taking care of me. I was wearing what looked like a cotton white shirt, had nothing under. Where are my clothes? I took them off at the hot spring and there was that hiker...
-"Wasn't a hiker, you knew him."
Right, he looked like that gangster from Mr X's office, which is ridiculous, because that photo was taken in the early century.
-"A relative then?"
If he is a relative of the mobster than he's connected to Mr. X. That meant trouble.
The room was scarce, like poor people plain, not as in simple chic. The bed had metal bars. There was no lamp on the ceiling, no electric sockets, no apparent cameras. As a result the room was quite dark. The only window had wooden frames and treetops view, there was only an empty wooden chair next to the bed and another one that served as a bedside table with a jug of water and a basin, but no glass next to it. I lifted the jug and sniffed- smelled fresh enough. I was so parched that even after I drank the whole thing, still wanted more. The whole space reminded me of horror movies with little Victorian girls wearing nightgowns and whispering creepy french songs in the dark. Was that the point of this? To unwind me?
I tiptoed quietly to the door and slowly turned the brass handle. Locked. Great! That's proof. I am a prisoner.
-"You need a plan."
I went to the window again and tried to open it. This turned out to be more successful. I was on what was the second or third floor. High, but not crazy high, I can go old school and use the sheets to ladder down. Should I wait till it's fully dark? I can cover myself in mud, that way I won't be seen and I can follow the electric polls till I get to a town or a village.
That all became irrelevant, because I could hear noise. Someone was walking up stairs. What do I do?!
-"Fake an escape!"
I quickly threw two pillows over the window sill, folded the mattress in half, wrapped myself in a sheet and curled up in a ball under the only left pillow and the folded mattress. Hopefully, this will serve as hide-in-plain-site while the open window will distract them to seek for me outside. So basically, I pretended to be a pillow. I know not my greatest moment. I tried my best to slow my breathing, but my adrenaline had kicked in and the pumping in my ears was deafening any other sound.. They were two men judging by their voices. They unlocked the door, they walked in and then- silence.
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