I stepped on to the platform, and was immediately lurched forward. I looked up at him for a bit of reassurance, but I was glared down by a stern face. I looked around to observe my surroundings, the platform's floor was cold and rigid. My bare feet had that feeling of being on the verge of frostbite but not quite. We finally reached the level we had to and he the man shoved me off.
"Ow! Watch it."
"Shut up"
He led me down a strange hall to a door with a password on it. I paid close attention to the way he put them in: left,right,up,left.
In the room there was a woman in a lab coat standing next to a chair. I stared at her, she glanced at the chair and tapped it.
"Get in, now." The man snapped.
I walked over to the chair, sat down and tensed up. The woman seemed interested in my reaction and glanced at me.
"It's cold."
The woman placed herself directly in front of me and laughed. She took my hand and strapped it to a chair, I didn't quite understand what her intentions were. Grasping her clipboard she clicked her tongue;
"And your name is?"
"Abigail" i replied coldly
"Abigail...?"
"The Queen of Fucking England, what do you think,isn't it on your stupid clipboard anyways?"
I wouldn't have such an attitude with me miss Queen of England."
She shuffled out from in front of me and headed for her desk. The man who had previously executed me through this hell, appeared ominously.
"Now I don't expect you to cooperate but I do expect you to listen, you are putting us in great danger and you need to be stopped."
His pink meaty face emitted a hot aura that made me uncomfortable to b near, his forehead dripping with sweat. It was almost laughable, so I smirked. Sue me.
"What is so funny?!!" he demanded
"Oh nothing, nothing sir.. MEAT FACE!"
Enraged he threw his and into the table next to me. He sighed.
