A few days passed in that underground room. Lila came in often and acted as Kel's maid, bringing food, clothes and hygiene items.
The quality of lifestyle in the supposed underground bunker was astonishing. The washroom had a water spout on the wall that could fill the tub as well as a small wash basin. The food was delicious, as good as any she'd had in her life.
If not for the fact that the room had no windows, and the strange claustrophobic feelings that plagued her every so often, Kel would have never believed she was buried deep within the earth.
"Isn't about time you tell me why I'm here?" Kel asked frustratedly one morning as Lila ran an oiled comb through her hair.
Since she'd come here, hair care had become the major focus of her day. Lila ensured it was brushed and cleaned regularly and always shining.
"Shall I tell you a story?" the woman responded with a soft smile.
