23. Imprisoned

We then stopped in front of a huge building. The building looks like an office. We walked in, the glass doors of the building slid open. Some people on the ground floor glanced at us, while others were busy in their work. We took a right turn and stood in front of an elevator. With a click sound, the elevator halted in front of us. The elevator was big enough to carry six to eight people all together. I tapped my feet inside the elevator to check the numbness in my leg. My legs felt better than before. I could have run away from the elevator too. I moment it stops, I could just escape. The only thing that was holding me was my hand.

The elevator stopped on 11th floor. We quietly came out of it. None of bother to speak with each other. I looked around to keep a note of the path and place where I am being taken.

"Guess your legs didn't heal yet." The senior said.