What did she mean by others? Were there other people trapped here like me who were taken in contradiction to their will? I had to wait for this supervisor to come, but if he was anything like the doctor she wouldn't get any answers. What was this place, and what would happen to me here? And what did they want from me? If it's money they want, this is a little over the base. What do they do, like a business of kidnapping kids, and they have so many they have to name them and give them a new identity in case they didn't get what they wanted from their families? This idea had many gaps in it, so it was definitely not true, at least not all of it.
I knew something for sure though: whatever this was, I needed to get out and wouldn't even like to find out what they want. So I guess that door was the only option.
I made my way to the door. My hand touched the grey handle and brought it down.
The door didn't move. It was locked. I paid attention to the doctor's movements and kept my ears open for any clicking noise of the key locking, but I had heard none. How had the doctor locked the door? Maybe I just hadn't paid enough attention, so I had nothing else to do except investigate the room.
The room was rather small, and there were no traces of a camera being in there, but I was sure a camera was in it by the doctor's words. It must be hidden, and I had no way of finding out where it was.
What if I attracted their attention? Do something that would make them, whoever they were, come here, or that supervisor of mine to pay a visit. This would also prove that there is a camera in the room, but what could I do, and what would they do after they saw her was the real problem. Maybe destroying something in the room would be a good way to get their attention without angering them, but there was nothing decorative or easy to destroy. There were in total three items if you didn't count the bedsheets and pillow. The only thing I could find as movable was a metal pencil holder. I held it in my hands, but the metal was pretty strong and there was no room for damage, so I just threw it on my bed.
I noticed a door at the far end of the room, at the end of the bed. I went and opened the door and found out that it was a very small bathroom. It had one small sink and a small toilet, all wrapped up in an 8 m² small room. No mirrors, no shelves. Nothing useful, so I went out.
I wondered what my parents were doing. The room had no watch and I couldn't even tell if it was night or day because of the lack of windows, so there was no way to know how many hours had passed. But I was sure it was past 19:00 at least, and her parents would have already gone home, and me not being in the house should have been unveiled to my parents by now. My little brother probably wouldn't think much of it as a perk of being 10 years old, but my parents would have already called the police or maybe sent a search team by now. They really worried about me, and I couldn't bear to imagine their faces when they figured I wouldn't return home for pasta anytime soon. I hoped they would find me, but whoever had taken me seemed to be rather cautious by the way the room was designed.
A beep was heard from the door, and three seconds later the door handle shifted down. A man entered the room with a large step. He had short brown buzzed hair, green fierce eyes, and a sharp jaw. Of course, he was also wearing the same uniform as the men who kidnapped me.
His build was average, but you could tell he was a trained man by his broad shoulders and the way he moved his body. His face presented him as someone who was no older than his early twenties, as no wrinkles were visible, but his growth spurt was clearly already over because he was no taller than me, which meant he was 173 at max because that was her height, which, if you ask me, isn't exactly a tall person's height.
The man looked at me and nodded.
"Follow me," he said and started leaving through the door.
Despite his height, I feared him. He had a rather stern look and seemed in a bad mood or just had a resting bitch face. So I did what he said and followed him out of the door.
I found one of the answers I was looking for outside the door. The door on the outside had a card reader system that was only accessible from the outside, and clearly these people had it and I didn't. The hallway was not as modern though and seemed like a normal house's hallway. It had white paint and wooden flooring. The place, of course, had no decorations or family pictures.
"Are you the supervisor?" I asked the man as I struggled to follow his rather fast pace walking down the hallway.
"No," he replied and added nothing more.
"Where am I?" I tried again, this time hoping for more than a one-word answer.
"It's not my place to say," he said impatiently.
Clearly he didn't like questions, but I hoped I would find someone who did because leaving me in the dark like this was making me kind of annoyed, and the fear was doubling with each person I met.
Some minutes passed, and as we were still walking in this rather large building, the man took a turn to the right, clearly headed for the only door in sight.
"Where are you taking me?" I said without being able to control the fear in my voice this time. Whoever he was, I had long become aware of the gun on his hip, and he didn't strike me as a pacifist. Maybe this was it. He would now kill me in a secluded place and commit an illegal human trafficking crime. I would no longer have the option to find my fit in this world, and maybe for the better.
"To the gathering of all the agents," he gave a fuller answer now. "You will meet your supervisor and get a tour of the, for-now, training center."
The door opened, and to my surprise we stepped outside, and it seemed he was true to his words. This was a move I wasn't expecting in the least. I am not a professional, but I know that in order to keep an animal from escaping you should never show them the outside world or they will want to get out and experience it.
I had a turtle pet when I was 11, gifted by a school friend, and its name was Roeundy. I would always keep him inside the house as I was advised, and mostly in a large box because I was scared that if I let Roeundy free he would get away in our garden, and since it was rather huge I would never find him. My parents though convinced me that Roeundy would be happier if he went outside for a while. I wonder what their true intentions were, but at the time I agreed to it.
After releasing Roeundy, I would follow him everywhere to make sure he wasn't lost, and after some time I was convinced Roeundy wouldn't try to escape, so I decided to let him move freely in the garden as well. After only the first try of that idea though, Roeundy was gone, and I couldn't find him anywhere anymore.
I was devastated.
The first thing I noticed was that we were in nature, and it seemed to be a time between 12:00 and 18:00. I can't say the sun was shining since it was covered by clouds, but it wasn't dark either. I had thought the place was like a modern base with high-level security and probably underground, but seeing the trees so close made me very wary of the very suspicious surroundings.
It was a jungle with barely any civilization except the wide building behind me in which I was probably sleeping and some tents laid in different locations. I feared what anyone could do in these types of places with no supervision or people to even pass by accident into the area.
We made our way to a tent to the right, and I could see a big group of people there.
There were around 40 people in the tent, and as I walked closer to it I could notice everyone's eyes on me, which made me anxious since I hate when people stare at me. It makes me question their thoughts.
The people who were staring at me though were not much older than me, and a few seemed even younger. They were a bunch of teens like me that wore the same uniform as me and seemed very scared, like me. They all seemed wary and wouldn't dare speak in loud tones, but I noticed a couple whispering to each other some words and exchanging some glances.