133. The Face Behind The Mask

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I did not know why I thought that everything would go back to normal when I woke up in the morning. I was actually counting on the kidnapping being a dream. But the next day -well, I do not exactly know if it is the next day because I am not able to say the time. But when I finally woke up, presumably in the morning, I was still in the well-furnished but sterile room.

I was glad that they had all the essentials in the bathroom so I did my morning ablutions and set out.

The locked room was still locked. Or at least it looked as it was.

I walked to the living room.

"What time is it?" I asked Frederick when I found him seated on the living room couch.

Frederick looked up at me and then at the TV. "It's half past eleven. You slept for a long time," he said.

I nodded. "I guess I did."

Frederick got off the couch and stretched.

"What do you want for breakfast?" he asked. "Would you like some pancakes or do you want some waffles?"

I shook my