One-shots

It is not so bad. Really.

That feeling that you get when you have to wake up early in the morning but went to bed around 4 AM and you hear your alarm in the morning?

Imagine that, but instead of an alarm, you hear an ear piercing scream.

Every. Goddamn. Morning.

And with the fact that my whole body is aching from being bound to a piece of wood the entire time I was out, makes this my daily morning.'

You might find this a bit strange.

I do not.

Well, not anymore.

The first time I woke up in this place I was confused and scared. I started screaming and immediately there was someone to calm me down. I was in a cell at that moment. They explained to me that I was in their possession now and that, as long as I behaved and did what they asked of me, I would be treated fare.

I don't know why, but I listened. I wasn't afraid or anything. For a few weeks I slept in that same cell, I got called out a few times a day to help clean and do small chores with the other people from my cellblock. We had meals three times a day and we could shower every two days. It was not so bad, albeit a little mundane. We also got a change of clothes every time we had a shower.

Then one day, my entire cellblock and I, were ushered into a small room and we were told that we were going to a different place where we would be used for experiments. I still find it very comforting how honest they were being.

It has been a few weeks since then. The experiments were just tests of how long our bodies could do a certain things. We still had three meals a day, showers and a change of clothes. So not so much had changed. The scream... That is something I can't explain.

Honestly I just hope that I can go home one day.

Even though that is going to be hard without a body.

Eh, whatever.

Hell is not such a bad place to spend eternity