The room is midnight dark.
Jobiting slurps on a mug of black coffee, room temperature, no added sugar, and a pinch of lavender with the engraving "Gray matter" running across the side of the pitch black mug in 'glow in the dark' white. Just how he likes it.
"Ahhh.... I love the smell of lavender coffee in the evening" He says, putting down the mug on a coaster besides his hologram keyboard, right before he makes a spin on his office swivel chair to stop under the illumination of the blue light being emitted by the high tech 'Crux industry' monitors.
He begins typing in commands and all the monitors show video surveillance of a building interior. He then pulls a desktop microphone towards his lips and looks to monitor 1; broadcasting an unconscious Geddon with twitching eyelids prognosticating his awakening.
"Wake up you two" Jobiting says into the mic; his voice transmitting through the speakers in the small room where apparently Geddon and Kimberly were tied back to back on wooden chairs in their underwear, under an unflattering light emitting from a dying dangling light bulb.
"Come on you two, let's get this party started!" Jobiting yelled, waking both of them from their drug induced sleep.
"What the...Where...Am I? Why am I tied to a chair? And WHY AM I NAKED?" Geddon inquiries in astonishment.
"Wait, what's this?" He says rubbing his hand across Kimberly's back "It's so smooth and warm, If I didn't know any better I could swear this was... Oh? What's this elastic fabric, is it weird that I'm getting a boner from this?" He says while tugging at her bra with his left hand middle finger.
"That's my bra you damn pervert!" Kimberly says in aggravation out of feeling violated by Geddon's exploration of her back.
"Oh.. Kimberly? Didn't know you were hear, hahaha... I was just trying to find my way out of this rope." Geddon says in an attempt to defend him self from Kimberly's comment.
"Sure, you were" she says sarcastically under her breath
"So... What are you doing hear?" Geddon asks a dumb question at the worst time, realising his idiocy too late.
"Oh... I don't know I just thought it be cool to spend my Wednesday evening tied to you, half naked in a... claustrophobia inducing room" she replies sarcastically.
"Touché. How did you end up here? Geddon asks
"Take a wild, red headed, goggle wearing guess" she replies
"Oh, I see...Jobiting you deranged psychopath! I know you can hear me! This isn't how you make friends you demented sociopath!" Geddon cries out in the hopes that he'll receive a response from their captor.
[A disturbing audio frequency rings from the speakers]
"Well-well-well, if we're done with the introductions, let's get this shindig started! And it's funny you should mention "deranged psychopath" and "demented sociopath" Geddon, because you two newbies are in an old abandoned Asylum, and This-is-Your initiation! Welcome to the labyrinth kids! And I tell you, this ain't like the maze on the playground with rubber snakes and send castles. This is bone breaking, blood gushing, tear dropping, skin ripping levels of pure pain and agony!"
"I must warn you, this place is wired with death traps, death games and overran by man eating dogs, and if you wanna get out alive, I advise you do it with the outmost discretion. The rules are; survive and escape the labyrinth(Asylum) with your lives and preferably with all your limbs intact.
Nothing personal guys, just how Rockmount's Conquest regime government works. They are Xenophobic and love sending outsiders on the run with their various instruments of fear. I'm in charge of this Mental facility, so I had no choice in being here. But If you guys survive this, you're always welcome to join us in Cerebral."
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Life or demise
Teen FictionFollowing a dysfunctional 17 year old, Geddon Dust. As he toils through his days in the seemingly modest township of Rockmount, battling foes, depression and boredom with help from his new found unruly friends. In the pursuit of his ultimate dream o...
