Outcasts aren't born, they're made

Different Room, Same Hellhole. New People, New Surprises.

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(Text) - Author Speaking/Author's Note/Warning

Zylia

'What is this feeling....? It feels....quiet?'

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'Holy sh!t....'

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'Am I home?'

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My peacefulness was suddenly interrupted when I felt my body lifted up and thrown down on some hard metal. 'Did I just bamboozle myself?'

"GET UP, PEST!" I heard the guy that threw me across the room and heard a beepish noise. I suddenly felt a large shock of electricity go through my neck forcefully as I screamed in pain, waking up and gasping for air while my hand held the shock-collar around my neck.

'Yeah, nope. Still in hell, not in heaven. No wonder why I didn't see the light. Is the facility's toxic air getting to me?' 

"What now?" I asked quietly and groaned, slowly trying to get back up. "I didn't do anything wrong."

"That's none of your business. Now come on!" The guy said harshly and gripped on my arm tightly, dragging me to an unfamiliar hallway as I grunted in his grasp. 'Jesus, this guy's way too aggressive. Either way.....'

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'This won't end well.'

May

I was quote-on-quote "asleep" in the forsaken cell I was in before I heard the door open, noticing a guard coming inside.

"What are you doing!?" The guard said harshly. 

"Uhhhhh......whachu talking about?" I quickly hid my "Little toy" under the table without them noticing as I sat up and put my hands behind my back. 'I really wanna break this man's bones if I could.'