White Cage

1.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I knew I was in deep shit. My vision was blurred and unfocussed, like I'd drank way too much. My second nudge was that I couldn't move my arms. They were tied in front of me. The third? The place I was in was dark, and I was bumping around in it. At first, I thought someone had drugged me. Stuck a needle, or put something in my food whilst I wasn't looking. It would be something my friends would do. But no. This was too deep. They would've come out by now, phones recording, and I'd be publicly embarrassed. This ran deeper, and I could tell. Clearly, I was in something bad. I tried to stand up, by getting onto my knees, but I couldn't push up. There was a metallic rustling, and a movement around my left leg.
I'd been chained. Fuck.
I started to fiddle, trying to undo my ropes, but I couldn't. They were tied so tightly I was starting to lose feeling in my hands altogether. My chain was also tightly (and quite poorly, it dug into my foot) tied around some point I couldn't see.
It was really dark.
I kicked the chain, sending a rattling out. I kicked it again, desperately trying to break or scratch it. If I were to get this thing off, I might be able to break out of whatever this is. Clearly I was in something, a car, or van. It bounced around everywhere, and I could feel every dip and crevice in the road. After a few more kicks, I realised I wasn't getting anywhere.
So I screamed.
I still wasn't getting anywhere. I have a good scream for a boy. It's ear piercing. After about 10 seconds of screaming, a flap was pulled, directly in front of my face, and a hand clamped down on my mouth, stopping me from breathing. There was a cloth in his hands. I'd read enough books to know that whatever was in that was designed to either kill me or knock me out. I'm not getting out of this place if either of these things happen. I tried to struggle back, but his grip was a vice, and within seconds I was breathing in stinging, bitter chemicals. They travelled down my throat, and started to mess with my brain. I knew this was it, so I tried to lash out, tried to break something, tried to do anything. And, as I passed out, I realised:
I couldn't.

When I came to, my eyes were clearly not in the mood to be opened or spoke to. They refused to move, gluing my lids shut, and banging on my skull if I tried to do anything with them. After a few seconds, they sighed and gave in, allowing me to see again. I could feel the chemicals leaving my body through my throat. I burped, and felt bile and lemon at the top of my mouth. My eyes took a few moments to adjust to my new surrounding. I mean, it couldn't get worse, there was no way.
I was seriously wrong.
The room I was in was square. The far end from me was bare, clean white, and had a door smack bang in the middle of it, laughing at how hopeless I suddenly felt. The left and right side were also clean white, but they also had people attached to them. Their arms were restrained by shackles on their arms, allowing them to reach their legs, but no further. They were sat, legs straight, and drooping in hopelessness. There was a younger boy, and a girl. The boy, who was to my left, looked no older than 13. He had a hoodie that covered his whole upper half, and a pair of expensive looking jeans. Custom made, I think. His hair was black and messy, and his eyes were a cool green. The girl looked more beat up. She had a scar, a small one, running from her left cheek top to bottom, and her arm was scarred with what looked like a bullet wound. She was dressed in a plain white T-shirt and leggings. It looked like she's gone for a run and got kidnapped mid way. Her eyes were locked into the door, a face of hatred clearly visible. I dropped my head down again, looking at the floor, and saw I was in the same position.
What did I do to deserve this?
"Hey, kid." The girl said, looking at me with a stern expression. I glanced up at her, and her expression changed again, to a worrying one
"Fuck, you okay? Your face..." she trailed off. I mean, what a time to call me ugly...
"Did S-She do th-that?" The boy's voice stuttered as he glanced at it. No, the girl wasn't calling me ugly, something must've happened to it. Shit.
"W-what?" My voice acted in its own, rusty from lack of use. The girl turned her head slightly, as if she was studying a picture at a museum.
"She cut your head mate." She states simply.
"How bad..?" I didn't want to know, but I needed to.
"Near your eye, trailing slightly to the left. Bitch." She cursed. I was about to ask who she was, before I was interrupted by the door opening.

The door gently opened, tiptoeing across the cleaned floor, before coming to a gentle stop next to the wall. Behind it, stairs trailed up to god knows where. Out from the door came a man. I would describe him, but I couldn't. He was hooded and wearing completely black clothing. I could see his eyes though, and they were jet black, with a burning, twisted hatred beaming behind them. The door closed, with no noise emanating, and he stopped into the room, creating next to no noise. He took a few more steps to allow himself a clearer view of the three of us, and cracked his knuckles.
"I." He said "am your governor. I am here to watch you, and make sure you don't escape or kill each other. Notice how I left out protecting you. Because I don't have to. It's nothing to do with me. I mean, we kidnapped you, for fucks sake." He coughed, spat up some sort of snot, and continued:
"If any of you misbehave, disobey orders given by me or any other members of staff, or break any rules, I will punish you so severely that you'll wonder why your still here and I haven't killed you. Got it?"
"Go to hell." I heard the girl spit onto the floor as well. The man didn't even show a reaction. He just stared coldly at me, waiting for a response. Fuck.
"Y-y-yes s-sir." I stammered.
"Good. Someone will be down in fifteen minutes to give you food and a liquid that will allow for exactly ten hours of sleeping. Good day." He said, turning around and leaving how he entered, leaving me completely clueless as to what to do next.