𝔟 𝔞 𝔫 𝔡 𝔦 𝔱 𝔬 𝔰

two • welcome home

"Welcome to Dema, your new home."

I was completely mortified. What could I do in this moment other than comply?

I don't know where I am, if I scream or run, they'll just catch me and stick a needle in my neck again or worse.

All I can do is play along and hope I come up with a better plan to get the hell out of this nightmare.

Just then, a well dressed HUMAN woman in all red approached us group of hostages.

"Hello, my name is Cassandra. I am here to assist you and help you find your group." She spoke in a voice that sounded almost.. programmed.

Our group?

"I know who each and every one of you are. Whatever your skill is, you will be placed with those who share the same."

How could she possibly know who we all are? Were we all kidnapped at random or were we specifically chosen for some twisted reason?

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I got placed with the artists which also includes musicians, photographers, writers, etc.

We were getting a full tour of Dema by the weird lady in red. As we approached a factory looking building, she spoke up.

"This is where you will all work. You will use your skills to your best ability to produce for us."

Produce!? What are we? Animals?

"You will be paid for the work you do, just as you would anywhere else." She continued walking and we all followed.

We walked all the way around the big structure. "Over here, we have Polis, also know as the town square." She said pointing to what looked like your regular street market except surrounded by big industrial buildings.

I observed my surroundings, intently taking everything in. This place looks like a maze.

I got lost in the moment and stood there for too long before I heard Cassandra say "Ms. Ainsley, come along."

She really does know who we are. How is that possible?

After being shown around the parts of Dema that we were allowed to see, our group consisting of less than 10 were escorted to our "new living establishment."

"This is where you will all sleep, eat, and keep all of your belongings. You may choose any room and roommate you'd like. I will leave you to get settled in. If you need me, I will come. I know when my assistance is needed."

Is she even real.. or is she some brainwashed puppet? That had to be the creepiest thing I've ever heard.

There were 8 of us and 4 rooms. Seems too perfect and well organized if you'd ask me.

We all began making our way down a large hallway where we were met by 4 doors. I wasted no time and entered a room, not caring how big or small it was.

This place was not like a regular house, instead it just looked like some type of warehouse. Inside the room there was a bunk bed, a desk, a lamp, a mirror, and an ugly red tattered carpet in the center of the room.

It was an averaged size room, but still bigger than the one I had back at home though.

Home.

It's only been a day but I'm wondering what my friends are thinking. Has there been a missing persons report made for me?

Do my mom and brother know that I've disappeared yet?

My thoughts were interrupted by a voice I've never heard before. "I-uh, I prefer the bottom bunk if that's alright with you."