United Together

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We are lead out of the room in single file, I make sure that Mal is behind me while I take one for the team and head out first. I look around the place trying to take in anything that could help us possible escape in the future. They take us through many corridors, some with cells where you can hear the screams of people banging against the metal doors and bodies being thrown at it until they knock themselves out.

We finally get to this large room where we are told to line up against the wall.

"Strip" Haydes shouts at us all

"Yeah not going to happen," I say, there's no way I'm getting undressed in front of these creatures.

"I said strip number 1!" He shouts at me taking a step closer.

"The names Skye, dickhead," I say spitting in his face, in hindsight this probably wasn't the smartest move as he roughly grabs me by my neck and shoves me against the wall. I just set a scowl on my face not letting him know that he's restricting my breathing.

"You don't have a name any more, your nothing but a number here, got that number 1, no follow orders," He says finally letting go of his hold in my neck. I look to the others around me and see they are all asking me if it's okay to follow orders, I nod my head once and we all strip off our clothes standing there in our underwear.

"I said strip, that means everything" Haydes shouts, we reluctantly follow orders taking off our knickers and bra throwing them in a pile in front of us.

I'm not ashamed of my body, actually quite the opposite I trained hard to get the physique I have right now and I'd be more than happy to show it off in a gym but in front of these men is a different story.

All of a sudden two more people come in with a hose and start spraying us down with icy cold water. They seem to be using a jet wash as the water pressure is very high making this even more painful, I can feel the bruising already forming on my skin.

"get dressed," Haydes says as we are thrown some clothes at us, I scowl at the men in front but do as I'm told and put on the prison-like uniform.

"Now that wasn't so difficult was it number 1," Haydes says stroking my cheek, I harshly move my head away from his hand not wanting his disgusting fingers anywhere near my face.

"You all have a number on your outfit, that's what you're known as now, you don't have a name anymore just a number." Haydes says no one replies too busy giving the man evils.

I take a quick glance at the girls and see the numbers are all completely different. Ashlyn has number 2 while Mal has 37, I can't help but wonder if these numbers have any significance to them.

"Why don't we go meet the others," He says as we are pushed out the room, I steal a quick glance at Christen who seems to share my same question. Who are the others?

We are lead into this huge room lined with tables upon tables full of people all dressed the same, some boys some girls, but all looking like zombies.

"you're at table 78," Haydes says as he pushes me forward and I stumble to catch myself, I walk away from him sending my best death glare as me and the others try to find our designated table. I keep Mal by my side until we spot number 78.

It has other girls on it, all looking roughly the same age as us 5, we take a seat in the 5 empty seats in the middle of the school like canteen table.

"Please tell me you know what's going on" One of them whispers keeping her head down looking at the table.

"Unfortunately not, but I've got a feeling we're linked, how long have you guys been here for?" I ask also keeping my head down having a feeling we're supposed to be talking to eachother.