I gasped as my eyes fluttered open. I was in a white room, all white, nothing else. White walls, white bookshelf, white books! There were also, white chains? Oh no.... I heard footsteps, a man in all white walks in. "Good evening Lillian"
I grit my teeth, "Why's it so white in here? Is this a bottle of milk?" I ask foolishly.
"No you little fool." He could have said something worse. "Bring her in." I hear a muffled scream, an shuffling before I realize who her is, Emma.
"What, why did you do this to her!?" I cry, horrified. "SHE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING YOU MONSTERS!"
The man turned to me, glaring. "You are in a safe place now, as long as you comply to our rules."
"So what you're saying is I have to do anything you want me to, in order to live? Why the hell would I do that?"
The man punched me, hard. Right in the jaw, I tasted blood. My ears were ringing when I saw the man pull a small knife from his lab coat and walk over to me, "This might hurt a bit." He said as the knife entered my foot, I howled in pain and started crying. The knife was pulled from my flesh, then jabbed into the other foot. I bawled for what seemed like hours. My feet bleeding from the deep wounds. Emma stumbled to comfort me but was rewarded by a knife in her own flesh. Two seminormal teenage girls, being tortured in a hellhole. What fun.
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