_"I see you're awake"_ said the mysterious voice through the old speakers.
Mathieu opened his mouth but his head still was in a lot of pain. Before the orphan could speak. The man started talking again.
_You must have a lot of questions for me isn't that right,Mathieu.
The kid couldn't explain himself how that man knew his name. Anyway, Mathieu still couldn't speak so he did his best to nod. However he didn't expect an answer.
_I see. Anyway. there is a microphone somewhere in that room. I'm not really sure where exactly. Once you feel strong enough to get up again feel free to try to find it and when you do give me a call._ said the voice calmly, like all of this was an everyday routine for him.
That's the last thing the orphan heard before passing out.
And he was there just lying unconscious on the blood stained ground, probably for hours.
He woke up and tried to get up, slowly.
When he managed to get up. He remembered the words that man had said. But why should he believe any of them? After all. he knew nothing about him.
He was just a voice.
However, in the situation he was in. He didn't seem to have a choice.
And so he started looking for the microphone.
He rushed his hands through the floor and trying to find it somewhere in the blood. He rushed them through the walls, getting little cuts in his hands because of the sharp edges in the iron walls.
And finally he saw them hanging down the roof.
He tried to get them down by jumping, and tried to find something to use to get them down. Finding nothing.
And so he realized the only way of getting them down.
He saw the butcher hooks were in line towards it.
Whatever the voice wanted him to do. It was not going to be pretty.
He sat down looking at the sharp hooks.
_Are you going to go for it?_He heard through the speakers.
Mathieu moved his head in denial.
_look at me
Mathieu didn't know where the camera was
So he looked up looking for it
_looking up? You're probably looking in the wrong direction Mathieu.
Mathieu kept looking for the camera
_You know what? I'll make a deal for you. This is what I'm going to do if you somehow manage to get that mic down. I will answer three of the many questions I know you have. So what? Do we have a deal?
Mathieu stood there silently for a couple of minutes,thinking about it, until he finally nodded again.
_Then do it!
And so Mathieu climbed the chair and looked at the four sharp butcher hooks in his way.
He stood there for a minute to catch his breath.
He tried to play it like the monkey bars.
He started swinging at the hooks and he passed the first easily, calmed. At the second one he started feeling such adrenaline he no longer feared and everything was going well at the third. The young kid grabbed the fourth one and swung towards the wall.
And so he got the micbut swinging his way back his hand slipped and fell into the sharp hook.
The cold metal violently cut all the way through the palm of his hand.
The kid there was hanging off his hand,crying.
Now he had to be strong enough to handle the pain and pull himself up the hook.
And so he started pulling up, feeling the pain of that stab in his hand. And as the minutes flew by, his hand kept bleeding lots. Adding to the gallons of blood spilled on the ground.
Now he was another bloodstain on that cold iron hook.
Just one more, added to the dozens of stains on it.
And pulling himself out he fell down again. Causing the kid to feel more pain than he had ever felt before.
Forcing himself to start over. Go over all that agony once more.
In a stroke of luck, the hooks fell off the roof.
Mathieu couldn't stop crying. And suddenly the door opened and a man. With a surgeon's mask on and sunglasses walked in.
Mathieu wanted to get up and run away but he was bleeding out in agony.
The masked man injected something in Mathieu's hand. And then put a wet tissue on his face. It had a smell Mathieu didn't recognize. And then the orphan fell asleep. He woke up in a room painted all white. He got up the bed he was sleeping on. He looked at his hand which was no longer in pain. The hole the hook opened was now closed and sewn together again.
The masked man was sleeping in a chair. Mathieu got up and tried to sneak out.
However he heard a gunshot behind him and the lightbulb on the ceiling broke into pieces
_leaving before you're questions are answered,kiddo?
He turned around and saw the masked man with a pistol on his hand.
_are you the man who talked to me through the speakers?
_No I'm just a doctor.
_Then who's going to answer my questions?
The masked man opened took off his surgeon mask showing what was behind it. Another speaker attached to a handkerchief.
A microphone was attached to Mathieu's shirt.
_What are your questions?_said the voice.
_Who are you?
_My name is Andreas Nekroxylo and now I am your owner.
_What is this place?
_Your new home, Mathieu, you will never leave. You're now part of my collection.
_How do you know my name?
_I've followed you since Pèrigueux and I have to say you're pretty smart for your age. What you did with the German kid was amazing.
_ wait... does that mean you know about Laurent?
Both the speaker and the microphone turned off.
_Wait ,no
_Get up, kid ,we have to get going
The man grabbed his arm and pulled him.
_what? Where?
_to Andreas' next test for you._ the man said as he threw Mathieu into another room similar. To the last one but it had only a walkie talkie, a chair and a table.
Mathieu tried to open the door back but it was locked.
Trapped again, in another dark room.