The first rays of morning do little more the pierce the gloom in the pitch black room. You stir, eyes adjusted to the darkness. Scanning, and taking in your current state...
It's a laundry.
Not much more to be said then that. The humming, warm machine? You turn, and smile at the irony. It's a fridge. You look at the clothes strewn everywhere... baggy clothes, hoodies, jackets... you know you have to escape. You don't want to end wearing any of his style of clothes. You know he probably won't be up for ages, he seemed the malcontented lazy type. So you curl up again, trying to get back to sleep.
Several hours later, as the day heads closer to noon, you pace the room. No sleep came to you, and so you've been waiting all this time. You look out of the small window, out at the window of another apartment not 5 foot from this building. However the laundry window doesn't open, it's a single pane. All the better to mock you with.
The sound of the lock makes you turn quickly, the burglar opening the door. Eyeing you strangely.
"Well come out, boy. Come see your new room."
You follow quietly, and he leads you across his disaster zone of a living room. CDs scattered everywhere, more clothes, a huge stereo and TV... you see posters of various rappers adorn the walls. You vaguely know them, but can't identify a one. He notices an unconcious sneer on your face, smiling to himself. The sound of a door opening swings your attention back to him, as he opens your new bedroom door.
It's completely bare. Not even a matress, but at least it's carpeted.
"You earn yourself stuff man, you follow my instructions you get what you need. You learn, you listen, you obey, and you become.... then you get the stuff you want." He smiled, "Course that's only gonna be the stuff I want. You are gonna be just like me. Nah actually, gonna make you..." There was a pause, and then he laughs. "Gonna make you my homeboy, so you gonna be worse then me nerd. Bet you love the sound of that."
He laughs.