The white room

Pilot

No windows, no sounds, not a single crack in the walls as far as I could tell. I had woken in this white room minutes or hours before-time seemed to have stalled-and hadn't heard a sound. If this was a dream, it wasn't like any dream I'd had before. No, this was very real. All at once my heart was racing and my head was pounding. It was so silent I could hear my own thoughts. I heard footsteps approaching from the other side of the door, so I dropped to the floor without hesitation. Still as a statue. Not a single breath too heavy with the fear of getting caught. As I heard the doorknob wiggle, my eyes began to fill with tears. I dug my nails Into the palms of my hands to distract myself and prevent the tears from building up beneath closed eyelids. I heard the door creak open, but remained as still and quiet as I could. Footsteps approached my body and the sound of two men filled the empty white room. "What should we do with her?" One of the men exclaimed. "I don't know, but they said anything we want, as long as we keep her alive for now, anyways." The other man said. The way he said "for now" sent a chill down my spine making it even harder to not move or blurt out something stupid. One of the men left the room and walked back in dragging something behind him. "What are you doing?"the first man said with a confused tone in his voice. "We have to wake her up somehow!" The second man shouted. "We could just shake her awake?" The first man said. "I'm trying to make it more entertaining for us!" The other man said. I heard an odd noise but couldn't figure out where it was coming from, or what it was. All of a sudden I felt a wet cold substance touch my body. I jolted up while the two men continued spraying my now cold wet body with- with- a old green garden hose? They stopped but continued hysterically laughing at my teeth chattering and shivering body. You could tell just by there by there facial expressions they took joy out of my suffering. The first man went to turn the hose off due to the fact spraying me with it was becoming a bore, but turned it up more by mistake. It got out of control and began spraying the other man. He yelled loud with more rage than a lion after his prey got away. I thought I was soaked but when I looked up at his sopping body I couldn't help but laugh a little and hide my smirk. He gave the other man the dirtiest look someone could give or receive. "WHAT THE HELL MAN!!" The second man yelled. "Sorry-my-bad!" The other man yelled back. The man turned the hose off (the right way this time) as quick as he could. The other man came back and they both approached me closer and closer. The first man smiled and the other man copied him. "Well this is going to be fun." Said the first man. They cornered me and my heart began to beat out of my chest, is this where I die?