Her face lit up, “You do?” She frowned again, “Well... you could just be saying that because of the situation you’re in. And you sound different than when we spoke last night.”
She got closer, “I am going to release you, but don’t try anything that will make me angry.”
She walked behind you and started to loosen the rope around your hands. “Uhh, I can’t see,” she complained. She got up and strut past you. You heard a click sound and the room was lit.
You could look around now. The room had gray metallic walls and a dark carpet floor. To your left of you was a table with the mask you owned, another mask, goggles and the lit candle. In front of you was the blue-skinned woman near a light switch, a semi-closed wooden door, and a strange spider-shaped device on the wall. To your right were a closed steel door, a dresser, a picture of a ballet dancer, and a few rifles on the wall. Behind you was a bed with black sheets. You w