Chapter 3- What is your name?

Lying in this semi-dark room, she stared at the ceiling, thinking about it all. What she saw was not part of any technology; it was the abilities of these aliens. She was really in trouble. An unknown place ... where no one was her own ... There was no human being. Her heart was filled with fear. She got up quickly.

"If this continues, I will be depressed in a week." She stuck her fingers in her hair and spoke. She was tired of wondering why they had brought her here. She have heard of aliens coming to earth, but have not seen or heard of humans taking the earth.

The darkness of the room was frightening her. She wanted to call someone.

"Anyone here? Get me out of here ..." She started walking towards the wall where the alien came from.

After a while, the door began to become light in the same way. Like someone making a door shape on this wall with a spotlight. She was on one side of the alert. Her plan was to attack the alien and run away. She was a great fighter anyway. She blinked and the alien was standing in front of her. The door had disappeared as if he had never been there.

"Oops ..." She closed her moaning eyes. It was not easy to deceive the aliens. His speed was the same as her viewing speed. It was impossible to deceive him. They were not human beings to be beaten and run away. Tears welled up in her eyes from helplessness.

"My escape from here could be a miracle." She sighed and came back to bed. Anyway, at least I didn't go down without explaining myself first. She guessed that he did not understand her language.

"Will you tell me why you brought me here? Dumb or deaf? I'm talking to you." To get rid of her frustration, she started screaming.

"Oh God ... where am I stuck?" Tears were flowing down her cheeks.

"You earthlings can't speak comfortably? Drink water and have mercy on my ears."

"Can't. You mean? Fuck now." She cried and spoke quickly and then stopped.

"You talked? You can talk. You mean you're not an alien?" She moved forward excitedly.

"I'm an alien."

"Did you look dumb in me?" He looked at the glass of water and then at Anahita. The glass floated in the air with the movement of his pupils and came in front of Anahita. She who was looking at him with all her attention suddenly saw the glass in front of her hanging in the air and followed her with lightning speed and took one look at the glass and gave a frightened look at it.

"Nun ... no, but you weren't saying anything since yesterday ..."

She was just talking to him. Far from this alien, when will his mind wander and he will make her of stone or hang her in the air like this glass. He could do anything. The glass moved closer to her, she moved further back.

"Drink water." He had no intention of taking a glass, so he had to say.

Frightened, Anahita touched the glass. It was the glass of her room that the alien had picked up from the ground when she asked for water.

"You're weird, man." She said in an indifferent tone and Anahita barely took a sip of water down her throat.

"Who did you learn to speak... from our language?" She asked him to just talk because the alien was standing there staring at her and seeing her staring like that, Anahita's throat started to dry again.

"with you." He was pointing at the glass again. The glass slipped out of her hands and went back to its place. This time Anahita saw the whole scene with wide eyes.

"Mmm ... how about me?" Eyes widened.

"Just like you guys transfer data from one device to another." She said helplessly and she kept looking at him like a fox. He was speaking in an accented tone. Of course he did.

"Why did you bring me here? What place is this?" Now she asked softly.

"Whatever it is, it's not your land. We needed a man on earth."

"Then why did you bring me?" She scream again.

"Oh God ... how much do you drive? I can hear your whispers too. Talk calmly." Their audible frequency range was much higher than that of humans on Earth. She was careful. Now she have to think and speak.

"Look, why did you bring me? I had to bring a servant. There will be no one in the whole earth more useless than me." She lied, usually holding a pendant around her neck.

He smiled charmingly.

"Don't teach us. We know you're our job. You were late for the airport. You would have missed your flight, but you still wanted me to get to the hospital. I know you have a very soft heart. And such a heart, We need. "

"Oh God ...! Curse on me. I should have left you to die. Do you do this with your benefactor?" When her voice became louder, he put his hands over his ears again.

"Once your voice is loud, I'll hang you from the ceiling." He also screamed in the same style.

"Don't copy me." She felt very bad. He was repeating her words over and over again.

"Everyone has learned from you, I will speak like you." When he turned to go, Anahita got up from the bed. She wanted to get out behind him, but when he turned, Anahita's head hit his chest.

"Or are you made of iron?" She put her hand on her head. It was as if she had hit a steel wall. Drops of blood dripped from her forehead.

"Not made of iron, but you are not as delicate as people."

"Don't joke. Bring a first aid kit." She was moaning in pain. He looked around the room. Then he stopped at the cupboard and the cupboard door opened and the first aid box came flying towards him. He took out the medicine and the bandage. The box hung in the air. He was now gently bandaging. Anahita looked at him.

"Oh God ... what an opportunity you have to make it." She would be stunned to see him every time. He was so beautiful that anyone would be shocked.

"I wish he weren't an alien." There was a desire in her heart.

what is your name?"

"There are no names in our world."

"I can keep it." She closed her eyes and began to think.

"Yes….Joseph was as beautiful as you." It came out of her lips unadulterated.

"Joseph ... good name." He closed the box and looked at her seriously.

"Listen to me carefully."

"First of all ... don't even think about getting out of here. The temperature outside this room isn't like that, it's made for you. At minus 8 degrees outside, you'll be ice-cold in an instant."

When he began to speak, she stared at him in amazement.

"Number two ... emotional attachment to anyone here can be overwhelming for you."  

"Aff." Anahita closed her eyes in embarrassment.

"Thankfully no one on earth can read the idea." She grunted.

"And the third thing ... from tomorrow you will work for us. Do as much crying as you have to do today. From tomorrow I want to see you like an alien. You will teach us to make hearts and if we fail we will take your heart and make copies of it. "

"What ??" I'm going to die like that. "She sighed.

"So die, then you have to die anyway. Do you think we'll finish and leave you on the ground?"

"Damn ..." She muttered under her breath.

"I will not work for you people." She screamed. Joseph started pulling cotton out of the box.

"There is no other option, you will make me deaf." He stuffed the cotton in both ears.

"Get deaf, fuck me."

"You have no choice but to obey us."

He grabbed her by the arm, turned her to him, and looked into her eyes.

The same unseen rays entered her eyes and hypnotized her.

"You will work for us, Anna. You are bound by our every command."

"Ok." She nodded like a robot. He smiled and turned and she stood there. It would take time for her to regain consciousness. By this time she had become a statue of salt.

She had to stay that way until her magic was over. Joseph looked at her with the image of a smiling face as he walked out.

"You will get tired. You must lie down." Inside the room, Anahita's mind listened to his instructions and she lay down on the moving bed.

"Good night sweet heart ..." The mind heard the same sweet voice to which it was subject and the heart ... The heart had promised obedience at first sight but Anahita was unaware. He was also unaware that he had not been able to make any weapon to control the heart. He did not know that no weapon was needed to control the heart. If it wants, it can put the king on the tip of his shoe and if it wants, it can make the poor king of his kingdom. It is captured by the eyes, not by the weapons. That is why anger has been commanded to end love. That is, lower your gaze as soon as you come in front of the one towards whom the heart is beating. Because all the pathways of the heart pass mostly through the eyes and sometimes through the ears. That is why one becomes a captive of one's face and one's heart is enslaved by one's accent.