Five's Fate

Punishment Vs Preservation

Day five. Okay, I'm getting used to this now. At least a little. I'm weak from not eating enough food but I don't dare say anything. I reflect on yesterday. It got a little heated. And I haven't gotten breakfast yet today because of it. I'm hungry and sore. So I sit on the floor and start stretching out all of my muscles. At first, they ache but soon the pain feels good.

I stretch myself out and do some exercise to make myself feel better. My stomach growls and pains from hunger. Hours pass and I haven't had any food or water. I decided to bang on the door. I know I shouldn't but I'm too weak to think of anything else. So I bang on the door a few hard times. I both hope they do and don't hear it. They do.

Marina comes storming in a second later angry. She uses her telekinesis to push me to the floor and hold me there. I can't do anything. I can't move or even talk. Marina has the chains in her hands and she's yelling so much I can't understand. I scared because I'm powerless and I know what's coming. Marina using both her mind and her strength pulls me to the bed and forces me down.

Laying head side up toward the end of the bed my arms are stretched out above my head and down. They are chained and pulled down and the chain goes under the length of the bed and connects to my feet pulling at my limbs painfully.

I hear locks clicking and I manage to murmur "you can't do this to me" to Marina.

But she just said, "watch me!" And leaves me strung apart on the bed.

I take a deep breath. I focus. My risks are chained together above my head and my feet are spread apart at the other end. It hurts, they are being pulled apart and it hurts. My body gives up. I pass out.

Day Six. I wake up not long before the lights come back on. I must have slept through the whole night. I'm still tied up.

The door opens. It's John. "Shouldn't have banged onto the door Five." He tells me as if I didn't already know it. I don't say anything.

When the silence continues I sputter out

"Sorry. I won't do it again." Conveying that the night pulled apart by chains taught me my lesson.

"Good decision," John said without moving. I stay quiet. Finally, he speaks "sore?"

I nod and add "and hungry."

He responses. "Okay. Give me a bit." And he leaves.

He comes back a while later. He has food I can smell it. He places it down on the chair and walks over. "Get and keep your shit in line Okay? Enough of this shit.!" I nod. The lump in my throat is back.

He takes the chains off my arms first and they feel heavy. I lay them right next to my sides unable to move them in any other way.

My legs are so numb I don't even feel the chains coming off.

John starts again "Okay listen up. You're making this worse for yourself. Smarten up already idiot. You can make this a whole lot easier on all of us. Including yourself!" I just lay there painfully probably looking dead. John leaves and I slowly make my way to the chair where I eat the sandwiches he brought me. Then I spent the next several hours on the bed trying to regain circulation to my hands and feet.

Sam brings me a bowl of whatever they had for lunch. He doesn't say anything just puts it on the chair and leaves. I go over to it and eat it, despite being unsure what is it. Something with a lot of cheese. I don't care. I had been starved the day before and took what food I could get without complaint.

I keep my mouth shut for the rest of the day. I learned my lesson. John said I could make this easier for myself so I just stay quiet and do what they say.