A dead end

Staring down at my hands I noticed the blackness was gone upon entering the area, in shock I forgot why I was here. The man gets bearing it all, not even wrapping himself in a towel as he stands in front of me. 

I close my eyes with my hands while sticking my other out shielding my view in the process, the women stay put watching their master dutifully through and through from their bedside. 

They looked at me like I was filthy and untouchable dressed in rags, their stares bore into me menacingly. I felt I interrupted their meaningful moment. I felt almost guilty that I cut short their evening affairs. 

"Don't mind them, they are only my bedmates." 

"I-I am so sorry I will leave!" I shout. 

Facing the other way I turn to leave, that's when I note the gateway closed up. Touching the wall I freak out. Ramming into it I thought I could reopen the hole, but it wouldn't budge, raising his arm to me he fiddled with a strand of my hair.