Right about then is when things started going fuzzy. I really thought I was going to pass out. I was so horrified by the thought of being experimented on by these people that I would have rather willed my body to drop dead then, if possible.
"Okay."
"It's better that you don't resist," Slender hummed. "Make it easier on yourself."
He turned like a robot, stiffly walking out the room with Jeff following behind. I was left alone in the grungy cell, still tied, wondering what to do.
My mind immediately shifted to an escape plan. My hands were bound by rope. I had small wrists; maybe I could wiggle my arms enough to get them loose, then untie my feet.
But, maybe that was a bad idea. What would be the consequences if I got caught? Well, certainly it couldn't be as bad as being "experimented on." Maybe a quick death would be better.
Or I could stay here. Stay, and do whatever they tell me.
I've heard that in kidnapping situations, your best bet is to
a) stay calm
b) comply, and
c) stay on the kidnapper's good side.
For the time being, that would be my goal until I figured out some way to escape.
I stared up at the light dangling from the ceiling and tried to steady my breathing.
Calm, calm. Okay, mind, I told myself, you have a 4.4 GPA, you take advanced classes, you got invited to look at a lot of colleges. You're smart. You can do this.
Suddenly, I heard a scream come from down the hall.
"Help me," it screamed with strain, dripping with agony.
"No, no!"
I heard an abrupt, a loud thump, then a crack, and the screaming stopped.
Luckily I hadn't screamed, or else I may have arrived at the same fate of that poor girl. But that thought didn't keep my pulse from picking up all over again and the panic from rising up all over again. Tears even started forming and I suddenly lost control and started quietly sobbing all over again.
She's dead, I thought. I'm dead. They're going kill me like they killed her. I can't let that happen.
My mind returned to the matter at hand.
Stay focused.
Apparently I shouldn't scream. No screaming, no fighting, no running. Listen, don't cry. Don't speak unless spoken to.
Armed with those six protocols I would have to meet, I was determined I would get out of there alive. I would survive this.
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An Undertaking. (A Creepypasta Horror Fic)
FanfictionI suddenly wake up with a pulsating head and my feet tied to the bottom of a chair that's bolted to the floor. Why am I here? I don't even have time to wonder; the face that appears in the room is far more frightening than any art I've seen on the I...
