Christian had completely lost all concept of time.
He was sitting in the same position he had been for the past few days. His limbs were numb, but he didn't see a reason for them to be usable. He chanted to himself over and over the directions from the front door to the room that he was being held in.
He heard footsteps approach, but paid them no mind. He hadn't been counting due to his chanting, but it certainly wasn't uncommon for someone to just walk past. He'd guessed he was in some sort of closet in a main walkway.
But something was different this time around. The footsteps stopped, and Christian began to hear heavy bolts being undone. Lowering his chanting so he was barely mouthing the words, he kept his ears tuned as the door was suddenly pulled open. He cringed from the sudden light even though his eyes were already closed.
"Good evening, Master Christian," came Guffery's voice.
Christian didn't respond. Then he felt someone grab hold of his shoulder and attempt to pull him up. He only made it onto his knees, before he felt a telekinetic take hold of him and lift him from the ground.
"Don't fret. He just needs time. Of which we have more than enough," Gueffery's voice came again.
"Knock him out and we'll take him to the room."
Christian rolled his head in an attempt to wake himself up, but it was too late. One of the men covered his mouth and nose with a chloroform soaked cloth and he soon went under.
As Christian awoke, he tried his best to keep still, but soon had to give in and start coughing.
He rolled onto his side in case he was going to start throwing up, and was only mildly relieved when he didn't. When he finally managed to open his eyes, he had to squint at the light that filled the room from the fluroescent tubes on the ceiling.
Hearing nothing and not sensing anyone in the room, he hesitated before attempting to sit up. As soon as he did he regretted it as vertigo began to set in. Groaning to himself, he put his right hand on his head and leant against the wall to his right to get his bearings.
He was expecting someone to walk in at any moment, or to at least hear a voice recording, but there was nothing.
When he finally gathered his thoughts, he looked up again and turned so he was sitting back against the wall. He was sitting on a bed in the back corner of a white room. The room had been fully furnished, and included a shower and basin to his left, cupboards to his right, and some chairs and a table in the opposite corner near the only door.
Looking down, he realised for the first time that he was completely dressed. He'd been dressed in jeans, a thin, white undershirt, and a light blue overshirt. Sneakers completed the set, with one obvious added extra...
Looking at his wrists, he tried to decide what was around them. They were obviously some kind of cuff, but made of white plastic and made firmly around his wrist. There was some kind of band around them under which red lights would flash every couple of seconds.
With a frown, he looked up at the wall beside him where a similar band ran all the way around the room.