The Imposter Has a Mission for You

You thought you would never wake up again, but slowly enough, you open your eyes. The room was cold and dark, but your head burned like a campfire, much more than when you woke up at Jessica's. How long were you out this time? Wait, why were you back at all?

"Oh, you're up already." An unfamiliar feminine voice comments. Immediately you jolt up in the bed your were in, panickedly inspecting your surroundings. You were in an unfamiliar room; It was tiny, barely larger than a walk in closet, yet it was as lively as a warm wood cabin. The walls were covered with decorations, from posters to stickers to LED lights, with a tiny desk covered in books and unfinished essays. This room just reeked of "college dorm".

You found yourself in the bottom part of a bunk bed, dressed in nothing but underwear. You were shivering in cold. Why was it so cold in here? Dark too? Was it to install fear in you? Because it certainly worked. Turning you head, you find the source of the voice from before.

Near the door stood an average looking short blonde girl, dressed in tight jeans and a crop top. To the average eye she would look completely unassuming, just a typical college girl, but you knew better. She was reading a magazine, her face blank and cold. It didn't take you long to figure out who she was.

She closes her magazine and sighs, before speaking back to you. "How are you feeling?"

Her voice was cold, almost bored. She obviously didn't care for the answer, it was just courtesy. You didn't answer, you were as tense as you could be. Like a deer at headlights, you were just frozen in fear. You could only mumble incoherently. "Y-you..."

"Cynthia." She says. "Call me Cynthia." Her demeanor was surprisingly calming. Maybe it was her innocent appearance, or her high pitched voice, but it made you forget for a moment that Cynthia was actually the man who hunted you down like game, using your girlfriend, family and friends like tools. Instead, it just seemed like you were talking to some regular girl.

"Uh, alright." You say wearily as you lean back up. You gulp, Cynthia's attention was elsewhere, but you decided it was apropriate to question her. "W...why did you bring me back, uh, Cynthia?"