Misery Loves It's Company

I woke up in a very drug induced haze, unable to really comprehend anything that was happening around me, although I did hear the distant pat of feet in what I assume was the next room. I sat up in the bed I had been placed on, the mattress was very cold and hard underneath me, and I looked around the room I was being held in. I didn't recognize any of it upon first glance, I scanned the decor of the room, and it was very empty. Three cots, similar to the one I was currently resting on, occupied space in the room, and that was about it. There were no windows, and a door that had no door knob on it, only a place for a key. My heart began to pound once I realized that I was trapped in this room, unless I could get a hold of that key, which I doubt they leave in the room they are trying to keep people from exiting.
Once I regained slight feeling in my legs, I rose from the cot and began to examine the prison more closely. The carpet was very splotchy, I'm assuming it was originally white, but now it was covered in large brown stains, which look suspiciously like...BLOOD?!?! My heart began to race in terror as I backed away from the giant stain, and slid down the nearest wall and was overcome with tears. I just wanted to go home, back to my boring life with my boring job and my boring apartment, how did I end up here? Where the hell am I exactly? Why does it smell like stale tears? And why am I so alone?
Behind the door that only works one way, I heard footsteps walk up to the door, and a door knob jiggle as the door slid open. I backed as far away from the door as I could, and the tears flowed heavier now as I tried to see who had just entered my cell.
It was a man. A tall man with dark curls that hung down over his eyes, broad shoulders, and was covered in tattoos. Even though I was mortified of what he was in here to do, I could still admit that he was godlike. I have never seen such a gorgeous man in my entire life, but all I wanted to do was get away from him, and never let him near me.
"I'm Harry," he informed me in a very soft tone. He put his hands out in a pathetic attempt to soothe me. My back hit the corner, and there was no where else to go. He knelt in front of me, and put his hand on my knee.
"I'm not going to hurt you," he said, as if I was some kind of child. My terror turned to rage as I looked my captor straight in the face. I kicked my bare foot as hard as I could, and nailed him right in the stomach. He doubled over in pain. I shot up and ran towards the open door. Towards freedom. Just as I rounded the corner outside the door, my face hit the chest of another dark haired man, who grabbed both of my arms firmly.
"I'm Damian, and I will hurt you," he growled, and with a strong shove, I was back in my cell. He slammed the door shut, and left me alone with Harry, the man I just assulted.

Notes

Hey guys!! So, I thought I'd go for something a little different than what I usually write, but not too far off!!!! Please, tell me what you think so far!!!! I want to know how well I'm doing in the story!!!! RATE/COMMENT/SUBSCRIBE!!!!
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