Where Am I???

Sorry this chapter is short. The topic couldn't match with the next chapter but I'd make it up in the next chapter . Hope you enjoy it anyways...

Slowly my eyes opened. On trying to get up, I felt a sharp pain on my neck. Exploring my fingers over my neck to feel a line which crossed to my collar bone.

I looked around me and the view seemed new to me "Where am I?" I thought to myself whilst trying to remember what happened to me before ending up in this place.

The room was dimly lit but airy enough to feel at ease. I was seated on a wooden bunker bed with few crates in the room. The floor was cemented but permissive to walk on bare-feeted. I strolled over to one of the crates and opened it.

Images of a guy pursuing me, pinning me, taking out a pocket knife and slitting my throat appeared in a flash as soon as I saw the armories and illegals. Screaming for the pains it caused me just to recall these guy's action, I fell on my ass.

"You're finally up" the muscular figure questioned as he came closer to potray his features.

I gasped when I heard the voice but when I saw his perfectly sculpted face, my mind wasnt there anymore. Dirty blonde short hair to match his brown skin. The color of his eyes weren't that clear but his abs were definitely printed on his white singlet.

The stranger with undeniable charms came closer to me with my gaze fixed on his...

"And more than able to get on your feet all by yourself" his voice brought me back to reality.

It took a moment to process what he said to me as I blinked fraustratedly at how infatuated I was, lusting over a stranger. Thinking of Anna in Frozen made me recall he was the enemy.

Standing up wasn't an easy task as he made it sound "Where a-"

"Get some rest. Am not ready to answer any of your questions" he said without giving me any chance to make a sentence.

Does he really think am just going to be able to fall sleep as if am in some sort of paradise.

A fantasy of him coming over and sweeping me off my feet as I stood still but instead, he walked away.

"Who could that be?" As I tried following him but something thought it foolish but wise to listen to him. I humbly went back to lay on the bed so as to rest which took more time than I imagined.

My head maneuvered left and right, looking at the details of every furniture in the room then of what happened recently to me. A second chance, I thought.

Rest is an important key factor in my present state but God help me, was it wrong to need his touch as well?