The Experiment ~The Rev~

Where Am I?

Kimmy’s P.O.V.

The only thing I could feel was straps on my arms, legs and stomach. ‘Must be another joke my friends pulled on me when I was sleeping’. I was wrong. Slowly I lifted my eyes; they opened to an unfamiliar room with only one light that hung from the ceiling, no windows and walls dressed in black.

“This isn’t funny anymore!” I shouted into the thick air that surrounded me.  I blank a few times, looked down to see I was naked. I was held down by rope that was strapped to a rotten metal bed posts. “GUYS?!” I screamed.

Soon I heard the bed moving, squeaking as I felt someone else’s presence on the bed. I tilted my head toward them. He or she looked at me.

“Could you keep it the fuck down? I’m trying to sleep!” I knew then it was a he for obvious reasons.

“Who are you?” I asked the stranger.

“I’m sleeping! Nice to meet you…” He sarcastically replied.

“Well sleeping, where the fuck are we?” I shouted.

He too was strapped to the bed, but I don’t think he noticed until he looked up, down and then towards me.

“Did we have sex?” He asked, looking directly at my breasts.

“WHAT? No!” I screamed at him. “I don’t even know you.” I continued.

“That doesn’t stop most people.” He laughed at his own comment.

I looked up towards the door that was stood above us on top of the staircase, which was only about 10 feet away.

We heard noises from above us. Steps and bangs. We knew something or someone was up there and I didn’t want to wait around to find out whom.

“I’m Kimmy Bell. We might as well get to know each other because it looks like we are in this together.” I told the guy who was naked as well.

“I go by the name of Jimmy, Jimmy Sullivan actually. I’m 23 and a drummer for a band”

“You do know we are NOT on a game show, right?” I told him.  Everything went quiet except for the noises from above “Do you hear that?” I asked him looking up.

“Yeah I do. What the fucks going on?”

“I don’t know bu-” I was cut off by the sound of footsteps getting closer to the door.

“Kimberly Bell and…James Sullivan” The door swung open as a man dressed in fully white entered looking towards a chart.

I hated being called Kimberly, and I wasn’t going to let him call me it either. “It’s KIMMY actually” I told him.

“Oh, okay KIMMY, well it looks like we have a little problem already.” He looked up and walked over to me.  “I’m going to call you whatever the FUCK I want okay?” He spat, getting real close to my face.  “What about you, huh?” He looked towards Jimmy’s direction. “Do you have any special nicknames?” Jimmy shook his head.  “Good, now keep the noise down and I’ll be back in a moment to get started.”

He looked our naked bodies us up and down then left the room, this time without the chart, a few moments later he returned.

He had a mask that only covered his mouth and nose; also he seemed to have needles and tools in his very steady hand.

“What are you going to do?” I asked shaking.

“Your worst nightmare” He angrily replied, pushing pliers to my face.

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