Where am I?

Song: Colin Newman - Alone

Where am I? 
What I have done? 
It feels so different.
I feel like I am a ghost of the darkness.

The loud shoot was taken through all room. The blood covered her face. Her eyes open wide in the shock and his glance dead.
"Nooooo!" she ran to him and caught him while he was falling. Million tears automatically escaped out of her eyes.
But some strange arms grabbed her from behind. Trying to carry her away from the dead man body. She cried, screamed. Kicked around with her legs. She was furious and couldn't believe that he is gone. And dead.
"Nooo!"

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I slowly opened my eyes. My body felt so painful. I wanted to rub the eyes to see clearly but my hands were roped to the chair. I quickly looked around with a face that just turned into a panic one thanks to the fear.
I didn't know where I was. I didn't know why I was kidnapped.
When I looked around, I saw only the portraits of the girls lips hanging around the walls. Plenty of the lipsticks on the cupboard across me. There was old tapestry. The light blue. No window. Just a light on the ceiling. No chance to escape.
And I heard a music.
In a minute, the door opened and I heard steps behind me. Then the black cat jumped on my lap and started to purr.
"Hello pretty," the voice said. And I felt the pair of the unknown eyes stabbing my back. The stranger then walked around and stopped in front of me.
I looked up at him and saw the perpetrator. He was tall, pair of the blue eyes and dark blonde short and wavy hair.
"Good morning, sweetheart," the hand of him touched my face to rub the cheek but I automatically turned it away. I was just scared.
"Where am I? What is this place? Why...what the hell is going on?!"
"Shhh, little princess. I'm not going to hurt you. Only torture you," he smiled. And in that moment I tried to control my nerves and not to scream. Even the panic inside of me was a great size already.
"Why? Why are you doing this to me?"
"I'm not doing anything. At least not yet, princess."
"Why did you kidnap me?!"
I asked again, hoping he gives me a proper answer. And so he knelt down to me. Resting his arms on my knees, I shivered. His gaze met mine and I swallowed. The soft smile appeared on his face and I felt a tear running down my cheek.
"You are like them. Your lips...seduce a man but then you all are giving to us one, big, clear "no". You are playing with us. You think you are the best but then in the clubs I can see who you really are. A whore," he said and I swallowed. He was so far away from the truth. And I felt another warm, salty tear.
"You know, these whores used to torture me in highschool. I slit my wrist because of them. Because they thought that I'm nothing," I groaned through my teeth.
Something unexpecting happened then. A face of my kidnapper became white. And I just stared at him. He got my hands quickly free and pulled my sleeves up. Turning my hands to him, his eyes noticed the scars. The man shivered and looked at me once again. And then I saw something different in the light in his eyes. And his look was full of the guilt. I was almost sorry about him.
"I'd like to take you home but I can't. You'd call the police."
"I don't want to go home," I said. Wait, what did I just say? Our gazes full of an odd surprise met. And I started to rub the fur of the black cat that was just still sitting on my lap. She started to purr. His hand was drowning in the black fur of the animal too. And then our hands met, just like our glances. I felt confused, sad and happy in the same time, charmed by the strange kidnapper. But then I felt his lips against mine. I don't know why but I started to kiss him back. And then hungry and deeper.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I smiled when he picked me up. Carried to the cupboard and sat me there. I felt his hips hitting against my body and he softly gripped my wrists so I couldn't almost move me arms when he pinned them to the wall. I groaned and as I did, he heard me and moaned. It was making me crazy.

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In the morning, the sunlight woke me up. I slowly opened my eyes and noticed that I'm laying in the bed. I quickly looked around and the room looked just like mine. I didn't know what is going on. Did I only have a bad dream?
But then the door opened, I saw Tom's face.
"You...brought me home," I asked.
"No, just created the same bedroom like you have in your house," he sat on the edge of my bed and took my hand into his.
"You must have been stalking me then," I frowned.
"Yes, I've been."
I rubbed my sleepy eyes with the other hand.
"Alright, this is too much...," I said but when I saw the anxiety in his face, I softly stroked his cheek.
"I have to go and take care of something, princess. I'll be back in hour or two. Till the time, enjoy this place," he kissed my forehead and I smiled. Then he walked away and I got out of the bed. Really wasn't planning on laying there all the time. Yet I wanted to know every inch of the house where I was.
I didn't want to go away but I was a curious being. Just had to know everything.
After I put the clothes on, I walked down the stairs. It was such a silence in the whole place. The house looked new with the old furniture though. Plenty of landscape portrait hanging around the wall in the hall. But all rooms in the house were white. Except the torture room. My steps brought me to the big room with an old piano in the corner of it. There was also a violins on it. I walked to the piano and my hand ran over the beautiful wooden body of the violins. Closing the eyes, I imagined Thomas play the old instrument. His serious face and hand dancing over the strings. His completely concentrated and serious look of a hurt child. I opened my eyes and saw the little boy.

The room was completely different and there was some woman putting the fire lipstick on her lips.
"Mom, where are you going? I want to go with you, mommy," the boy was begging the woman.
"You can't, darling. Nina will take care of you."
"I want to go with you, mommy," the boy said again. 
"No, I said no. Be nice and wait for Nina."
"But mommy..."
"WAIT FOR NINA!" The woman hissed loudly at the little boy and he started to cry.
The tears appeared on my face and then everything disappeared.

I heard someone slamming the door and then Thomas entried the door.
"Are you alright?" he asked after seeing my face.
"Yes," I nodded. Then I frowned when I noticed his face.
"Good, let's get out of here," he said and smiled, trying to hide some secret.
I heard another slamming the door and saw an officer with a gun aiming at Thomas. I got my eyes wide open.
"Freeze!"
Thomas quickly grabbed the gun hidden in his jacket and turned to the officer. But he was faster and shoot Thomas in the stomach. He dropped the gun and was about to fall down.
I ran to him, trying to catch him.
I cried and screamed. I wanted my Thomas back. I wanted him back. I want him back!
When the arms of the another officer were pulling me away from Tom's body, somehow I got free and grabbed my love's gun. Bang! Bang! I shoot the one, then the second. And then I quickly knelt back to Tom's body, holding him tight.
"Tom, please. Thomas! Come back, come back, please. You can't die on me. Thomas, please. Please!"