In trouble

"Pardon my rudeness, but does our esteemed guest have a name?" the employee asked as he opened two steel doors at the end of the dark hallway. "It doesn't matter if you don't want to tell us your name, with the sophisticated methods we possess, getting something as simple as the name of a scumbag like you is child's play, sir."

"What are you talking about sack of bones, since you don't respect this daddy, when I get back to Lilya I'll tell her about the bad treatment I've received from this shitty hotel," Rou prepared to walk back down the path behind him, but before he reached the steel door, he felt a needle bury itself in his right arm. "Damn, what the hell are you doing!", Rou pulled back holding his arm.

"Oh...you didn't pass out with just one injection, that's strange for someone your size," the employee unconcerned with Rou, pulled out another injection from a wooden case under his suit. "Still, young Andreev gave me strict orders to eliminate any potential threat to Miss Morozov, it is your loss since you have fallen into my hands," the employee slowly walked towards Rou, who did not understand why his legs did not respond to him.

"Help me, a fucking madman is trying to abuse me!", Rou shouted with the strength he still had in his body.

"Who would abuse you, you fucking fatso. Besides, it's useless to shout. You are in young Andreev's domain. Even if the police came to this place, your life is over since you met Miss Morozov, just be a good boy and stay still."

"Damn, what a mess I got myself into this time, think Rou, you can't die like this, there must be some way out of this situation," Rou scanned the area around him. Near him was a large number of boxes piled with plastic garbage, some tasteless clothes and many bottles of soda.

The employee who was not unlike a zombie, because of his pale face with no trace of flesh, reached out his bony hands and affirmed Rou who had lost control of his body.

"That's it, now sleep for a while, when you wake up it will all be over," said the employee burying a second injection in Rou's arm. "Ah...don't worry about Miss Morozov, since young Andreev is on his way, she will accompany you into the abyss after the young man has had his fun with her body."

Rou managed to hear the employee's words, his body was already limp and his mind was turning white. Even so, when he saw the lewd smile of the bony man talking about Lilya, the angel that god sent him, something inside him ignited, managing to gain control of his right leg for an instant, kicking the man against the ground.

"Damn fatty, you'll see when young Andreev arrives, I'll take your skin off myself and feed it to the rats," the employee kicked Rou's unconscious body and after spitting on the floor left the room.

"So this is the man who accompanied that woman. Are you sure about that, because she would pick a guy like this and turn me down every time I asked her out on a date. Come on, load him into the van and take him to the usual place, before I take revenge for the embarrassment he put me through, I'll have fun with this guy looking for what's so special about him."

Rou had lost consciousness for an unknown length of time. When he finally regained a small fraction of his senses, he could hear the high-pitched voice of a man, almost indistinguishable from a girl, shouting garbage with his mouth every so often.

After being thrown to a concrete floor, Rou was left alone as he heard the footsteps of his captors walking away from him. "Are you sure to leave him alone, if he escapes the boss will take it out on us," Rou managed to hear.

"That doesn't matter, if the guy decides to loiter in the corridors, he would only be hastening his death. Come on, stop hesitating and continue telling me about what happened the other night..."

Rou spun on the ground, "So I'm free, I just need to regain some strength and I need to get the hell out of here, what time will it be now, my angel will be worried about me, I have no idea how long it's been since that bony fucker drugged me, if I see him again I'll take him down and show him what this greaser is made of."

It took Rou about 10 minutes to regain most of his senses. Sitting on his buttocks, he finished checking his body, finding nothing but his messy white shirt and the pants covering his shame.

Every so often, Rou heard a couple of guards, presumably, guarding the hallway on the other side of the room. The place Rou was in was covered by iron panels with some kind of rusty alloy, where only some compartments and small furniture were made of wood, with slight wear and tear from the humidity.

"Nothing, what do they have so many drawers for if they don't keep anything in them," Rou looked through the last drawer hopelessly, but to his luck he found something useful that made his eyes sparkle. "Looks like god is on my side, those useless guys left a set of keys, and there are more than 20 of them. Maybe I can escape from this place after all.

Approaching the entrance, Rou put his face pressed against the door waiting for the guards on the other side to take their route and leave. He stood for a long 5 minutes without moving until he was sure to act.

In the time he waited, he tried each of the keys, with a blue key being responsible for releasing him.

The guards were on their route for 8 minutes, so Rou still had time to move until they returned to see if he was still in his cell. Making sure to close the room, Rou advanced down the corridor, heading towards where the air was cleaner, hiding every time he heard a strange noise near him.

It took him about 10 minutes to advance about 300 meters, with hundreds of cells like his, where there were all kinds of shadows moving like worms inside the rooms. In that time, Rou could see for a moment the guards that had him trapped, both wearing a gray police suit, with a helmet adapted for night vision and an automatic rifle in their hands.

That was part of the reason why Rou advanced slowly, every so often, the light of the corridors would leave, returning minutes later, causing Rou to stand still between two patrols of guards, who passed by him without seeing him.

"Who knew, I really look like a damn ninja," Rou arrived in a large room different from all the others. At the entrance there was no peephole to see inside, and the number of locks on the door was more than 5.

"Who the hell are you, I don't recognize your heartbeat...", Rou heard the voice of an old man who seemed to have a parched throat.

Rou had no reason to answer, he was trapped like everyone else, if he stayed in one place for too long, he would soon be caught by the guards and would not have another chance to survive.

"Wait, don't leave yet. If what you want is to run away, even if you make it to the exit you won't survive," the old man said.

Rou paused for a moment, "Why should I believe you, you don't know me, how can you know that I won't survive if I get out of this place."

"You're certainly not one of those guards, your heartbeat is full of energy unlike those damn scumbags. Kid, listen to me, if you go out that corridor, after about 200 meters you will make sense of my words. Go and find out for yourself, when you're safer come back, but make sure they don't see you," the old man was silent.

"As you wish. Good luck old man," Rou advanced as he heard some guards approaching his position.

Although if his figure was wide and his physical condition was not at its peak, Rou knew how to hide in every corner he could find. Strange as it may seem, on the way he found no cameras to monitor security, perhaps the owners of the place were too confident that no one could escape.

Advancing down the only corridor that had light, Rou's heart gradually began to race. To his ears came the typical sound of large waves pounding against the rock. "Maybe I'm in a harbor or something," was his first thought.

Still, the words of the old man kept ringing in his head, what kind of person could know that Rou wasn't a guard just by the beating of his heart, Rou wasn't in a world of immortals or something.

"Finally clean air, that damn place was unbearable...", Rou stretched out his hands, and breathed until he removed every trace of dirt on his body. His sight landed on a white structure that rose about a hundred meters above a set of rocks, "What's a lighthouse doing in this place?", Rou advanced without realizing it, when he finally saw the infinity of turbulent water surrounding the place, his heart accelerated as he understood the meaning of the old man's words.

Rou was in the middle of the ocean, there was no trace of the moon in the sky and the waves reached 10 feet high as they crashed against what was the prison in which he was imprisoned.