2215 (discontinued until further notice)

Chapter 4

A/N: The pod thingy :)

The Year: 2015

Jasmine's POV

An entire year of pure, unrelenting torture and I'm not dead yet. Most of the people that were here when I first came have moved on, they want young and healthy people so they change them once they get to a certain age. Everyone except me, though.

Pretty much every hour of every day is spent in the room that I now like to call Living Hell, doing things that should be written down as some sort of horror story (R rated of course). I've been electrocuted, pulled apart and put back together again, stuffed with chemicals, boiled, eaten, broken, thrown off cliffs, the list goes on.

After all this time, I've gotten used to how much pain I go through each day so I can now get up in the morning without the help of a certain sadistic bastard.

At this particular point in time, I'm laying in my bed, thinking and making patterns from the cracks in the plaster ceiling. Gentle snores echo around me as the girls sleep, every now and then someone sleep talks so the night is somewhat interesting.

There are a series of bangs that erupt outside our door. Yells and shouts follow, footsteps pound on the concrete floor. By this time everyone in the room is awake all of them look to me for comfort because I have been here the longest out of us all. There is only a bit of light that shines through the gap underneath the front door and from the bathroom door so I can see the expressions of most of the girls in here. All that I see are scared, their faces not hiding any of their emotions.

Davies, Phillip and Matt come into our room followed by few other guys and all of them look anxious. Even Davies looks worried which is completely out of the norm. They motion to us to stand quietly and come with them into the washroom. We all do and we soon find ourselves with the bathroom door locked and face to face with the bunch of nightmaric figures that took us from our lives.

"Okay, listen up because I'm not going to repeat myself. We are being attacked. From the sounds that woke you up, I think you could have figured that out yourselves. They won't stop at anything to kill every single person in this facility even if you are here against your will," whispers Davies.

Phillip takes over, "There is a back entrance that we are going to use to escape, but if one of you gets shot and killed, we won't stop. Got it?" We give a bunch of un-unified nods.

"Good," he says in answer to the nods. "Let's go before they realise where we are."

They take us to the back of the bathroom where all the sinks are and Matt reaches behind the one on the extreme right of them all. He has to have pushed some sort of button because the sink swings open to display an empty staircase leading down.

He leads the way into the dark abyss. Davies and Phillip motion us to go down after him. Somehow I end up being the last to go down, apart from the two nut jobs that are guiding us all down there. I hesitate before I go down, not knowing whether this was some sort of trick when I hear an almighty bang from the door to the bedroom.

I quickly rush down the stairs, when Davies' eyes widen in panic. They both follow me just as quickly and use another sort of mechanism to close the door behind them.

We raced down the staircase and met the rest of the group in a chamber. All the girls looked shifty, like they still didn't like being in close proximity with the males. I didn't blame them because they were the ones who put us through hell every spare second of our lives.

Davies looks to the ceiling when a bang echos around us, signaling that whoever was attacking just broke down the bathroom door. We were doomed if they found out where we were. I take a look around me to see if this place could take the full assault of trained professionals.