The key

Chapter 5

Tw: talk of drugs/ drugging

She falls, tumbling down and down like Alice.
This time, no objects come towards her, no cosy chairs or jam jars. No. Instead a black vortex. Absorbing all noises as if she's in a deep sleep.

She reaches the bottom with a thud, a message appears on a large screen in front of her.

'Well done player on your past test. Welcome to your last...'
It warns ominously, as Angela swears, all emotions being let out.

She rushes up like meringue as she hears noises come closer.
People in dark hoods enter through a hidden door, never lifting their gaze to reveal their face.

Her voice catches in her throat, as 5 figures approach, 2 holding guns, 2 holding a sack, and the youngest who appears to be a child stands in front, leading them towards her.

This time her voice escapes, a shrill screech parting ways from her lips.
She tries to run, but there's no where to go. She's trapped.
So, she musters what little energy she has left in order to make it out of this weird place alive, she turns round as the child speaks in a whisper.

'Angela, you should not be here. We are here to fix this.'
The kid pauses, contemplating on the next words.

'You have escaped your reality. We are here to put you back.'

Is this a simulation? She ponders inside her head before letting it be said out loud.
It hangs in the air for a beat.

'Yes.'

Her frazzled, tired brain attempts to absorb the new information. This was the real reality. Where people in hoods attempt to kidnap you.

'You were the ones who drugged me?' She asks, faint memories of talking to a man in the club the night before surface.

This time no paise happens.

'Yes.'

'Wtf, why?!' Her voice goes stronger as she gets angrier.

'We wanted to see, to test you and then something went wrong.' The child calmly whispers, no hint of emotion in his voice.

'What are you going to do with me.' She demands, fear snaking its way onto her face.

'Just get into the sack.' A voice demands although she can't tell who as their face is covered.

'No!' She shouts.

'Well, we'll have to make you then.'
The child whispers angrily.