You (Alt)

His finger finally settles on you. He says nothing but stares.

You look around and see the whole class’s piercing gaze boring into you. You finally look back to Mr. a Minchest and he finally speaks.

“I’m very sorry to see that you aren’t interested in what I have to say. However, for others’ sake, I’m going to have you step out from the group so that everyone else can enjoy their trip.”

You don’t really know what to say. Do you object or acquiesce? You’re probably fine without learning more about this disgusting operation but you also don’t want to be rude.

Before you can even formulate a response, you feel a hand at your elbow. A professionally dressed woman pulls on your arm.

“C’mon, honey.” She leads you away from the group. You stare back at the group and they match your gape. Mr. Minchest talks to the group again, but by now he’s out of earshot.

The woman walks you down a hall before she finally opens a door and leads you inside the room. You take in the interior - the walls are a dark maroon color, their darkness augmented by the lack of lighting. There’s a comfortable looking cow-print chair, and a small end table. The woman gestures for you to take a seat. You do so, sinking into the pillowy hug of the chair. At this moment, the woman quickly exits the room. You look back, debating on leaving, but decide not to - you have no clue how to get anywhere in this place. You turn around as you hear the door open.