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The woman walks in front of me down the corridor, every now and then she turns to me and smiles. It is as if she is showing me around the building, or taking me into an interview. It seems hard to believe that a few minutes ago she was torturing me.
I might not have believed it myself if not for the thumping pain from the wound in my arm.
She stops, suddenly, at an unmarked door and I almost walk into her. She is wearing a fragrance, I notice. It reminds me of my childhood.
Orange blossom.
Why does it remind me of my childhood? I don't think any of my relatives wore that fragrance. And I didn't grow up near any orange trees.
She appologises, still all smiles, and places her hand on a panel next to the door. The door slides open and I follow her into the room. It looks as though it is a reception area. I can see daylight through glass doors.
The exit!
I almost run towards the door. The woman says, "Hold on, sir!" - Sir! - and I skid to a stop thinking she is going to shoot me.