Through the door was a long hallway that wrapped and twisted like the body of a snake devouring its pray.  Its mouth was now wide open and ready for me to be eaten whole and of course I would let it because otherwise the snake might decide to bite.

His grip tightens on my slender back as he lifts me up higher, closer to his chest and warmth. A kind of warmth that didn't feel comforting at all but instead felt suffocating as if his warmth could kill.

                        Throughout my years I rarely experienced true warmth, yes I had the blankets but never the warmth of loving arms. The only human warmth I had ever felt was the occasional hands of my teachers across my face in the circumstances that I would make a mistake. Soon enough it taught two lessons, one don't make mistakes and two never trust a human touch.

I hold back a shiver as I shift slightly imitating the wearing effects of the drug Chloroform, I could tell from the slight dampness of the cloth that he had only put enough for a few moments of sleep, enough to carry someone a small distance with no lasting effects. His hand strokes across my face lightly as if testing my breathing patterns, which were low due to my acting, he signs as a note and then continues faster forward.

The muscular man turns once more before entering a room which in which held only a bed and a small throne like seat, in my opinion this room looked much an examine room. a room where they dump the newly acquired women. The room its self was featureless and empty, not a single portrait or disguisable feature, it looked much more like a cell then a bedroom. A sleek black bed, a single thin looking pillow that looked just as comfortable as a rock, it reminded me too much of my old home.... the academy.

His arms dip as he places me onto the bed softly as if scared to bruise me but I knew differently, people are less likely to purchase damaged goods, once my body is settled he proceeds to stand and walk out of the room leaving me alone. A click sounds out indicating the door is now locked. My eyes drift from corner to corner without my face moving to show that I was still asleep, my violet orbs were searching for any cameras, there wasn't any.

Most places such as these would be camera free due to their ability to be hacked. Cameras show the truth in an all too much light, which for a business that deals humans, would be enough to destroy the company. This room was always going to be bug free well up until I arrived.

I lift myself swiftly of the bed and dart to the door listening for footfall, I hear no noises so I flick my wrist up exposing my watch. It was a sleek bracelet looking watch that held a small detachable camera at the bottom, the camera was adhesive and about the size of grain of rice, it was small enough that it should remain undetectable long enough for me to download all information. I place the camera on the door closer to the top where it wouldn't be knocked or spotted and because the door was one that slides the view would be visible most times.

Hearing footsteps approaching I slip back onto the bed softly making sure not to disturb the sheets, I place myself back in the exact position I was in when he placed me down. Once settled I hear the door click softly before it slides open revealing a face that I had seen only minutes before, the Goliath of a man, he was followed by an older man who I didn't recognize. My assumption was that he was probably the Intaker, the older man looks over at me.

He had an odd look to him, as though it had been crafted so. His hair was silver and weak, almost fossilized because it was so dry. He had sad, distinguished eyes and a well grayed beard. It wasn't a thick beard, but one that might well have belonged to a lunatic: bushy, uncontrolled and long. He held a tired and lethargic air with a worn face, tanned, eyes sunken. This seemed almost like a disguise due to the way his eyes burned through my body, they were the only part of him that seemed young.

His walk was that of a determined man, his feet barely grazed the floor as his made his way over to my "sleeping" figure, his legs eat up the distance before he stops, looking down at me.

'My dear its time to wake' The elder mans voice was rough like sandpaper yet it held a deep tone, he could still clearly hold any room captive with its vigor.