Emi - Love Is Blind...So Open Your Eyes

I woke up in a strange room, wondering where I was. Getting out of bed, I searched around the room. "Where am I?" I look out the window, I see the sunrise. Leaving the room, I head to the bathroom, cleaning myself up. I looked like a mess. I'm startled by a knock at the door, then the voice of a man, he sounds tired, his voice deep. "Hello? I really need to go.." he says. I open the door, looking at the man in front of me. He's tall, pale, and he has curly black hair. His eyes are blue, and he has slight freckles on his nose. I leave the bathroom, entering the living room. I sit on the couch, and he goes to the bathroom.Once he leaves the bathroom and joins me in the living room, I look at him. "Those clothes look new. Where did you find them? I need to change." I ask him. He tells me that they're in my closet and I head to my room. Searching through the closet I find a bunch of dresses. I grab the bright purple one, it's short, but long enough to meet my knees. It's flowy, and it shows my cleavage, but not too much of it. It hugs my waist perfectly, and it lifts around the skirt when I walk. It doesn't expose my skin too much, which I like. I go with the dress, a pair of thick black tights, and some nicely matching, purple, heels.I leave the bedroom, entering the living room. Then I start asking the man some questions, like his name, age, and favourite things. He answers, saying his name is Felix, he's 17, just like me, and tells me all his favourite things. We talk a bit, thinking about how we got here, and trying to figure out how to get out. First we think about the front door, but it's locked from the outside and made of metal. We then try the back door, but it's boarded up and locked from the outside. The windows are bullet proof, which we find out soon, as we try breaking the windows.We decide it would be best to wait for the person responsible for locking us up, then ambush them and run. But nobody arrives. We spend time getting to know each other for the rest of the day. Finding some food for us to enjoy. Then we decide to head to bed. The next day, we decided to make some eggs, as we found some in the fridge. I make us both some eggs for breakfast, and we enjoy it. Then we talk some more, getting to know each other better. It's day 2 and nobody comes to find us. A week later, we're still stuck together, and have grown closer. He later confesses his feelings for me, "You're the only familiarity I've had in a long while, I know this sounds dumb, but I've grown to love you. You're my angel, and I couldn't imagine anyone better." He says. I heat up, blushing, that was the sweetest thing ever said to me.I share his feelings, letting him know I feel the same way, and we both smile. Knowing we both love each other. We spend our time waiting for someone to arrive, then it hits me. "Everyday for the past week, we've been here, eating three meals a day, and everyday the fridge and cupboards seem to be full. Maybe the person responsible for this comes at night to restock for us." I say, he nods, realising I might be right. We wait that night, for someone to arrive. At around 3:00 am someone finally arrives. We immediately jump at them, pinning them to the ground. Once we take off the hood of this person, we find it to be a man, middle aged, and clearly deranged. We knock him out, then run. Not knowing where we are, we just run straight, hoping to end up by a road. We ran through the woods for an hour, before finally seeing some street lights. We both run quickly, raising our hands and screaming for help. Someone pulls over, noticing us from our home town, "Are you guys the missing children?" she asks. I nod, out of breath, and he does the same.She offers to drive us home, and we accept. She then lets us into her vehicle, driving us around. We drive for about 6 hours, before he and I pass out in each other's arms.We wake up, and I immediately know I'm not home, but don't know where I am. I look out the window, and see that there's an unknown car outside, not the same car that picked us up. He wakes up and shares my concerns. We explore the house for a way out, then we notice a door that leads downstairs. "Maybe it has a window we could leave through..." I say, and he nods. We head downstairs, to the basement, and once we enter, the door slams behind us. We bang on the door as hard as we can, but it's no use. We give up, and just decide to look for a window out. We look to no avail, there's no windows down here. The lights go dim, we can only faintly see. Continuing to walk, side by side, to find a vent or something we can leave through. We don't find anything, so we just sit on the floor, holding each other in the cold. It seems like forever until we pass out, both bored, only waking up what feels like an hour later. Once we wake up, we see the figure of a man in the room, we call out, but no answer, so we stand up. walking toward the figure, we knock who it is immediately.To Be Continued