I held my breath for the pain i knew was coming. It was like laying at the bottom a cliff and not knowing when the huge boulder fall right on top of you, and as soon as it did it felt like being stabbed in every part of your body.

This was even worse. I felt like screaming every cuss word I knew in all six thousand five hundred languages.

There was a fire in me that wanted to kill everyone and everything on the planet. But I knew I couldn't… i knew i couldn't let them know what pain i was feeling, because if i did they would take advantage of that too.

I was already unlucky enough to wake up right before they “unchained” us, I didn't want them to know that their pain techniche had actually worked. 

They took me and my two still unconscious friends up two flights of stairs and into a large open area. It was filled with trees, and flowers. There were at least a hundred benches all circled around a single wood platform that had a cloth over it. We were filed out of the dark gloomy staircase and over to one of the benches.

Me and my friends were all slammed onto the top of the table. I could feel everyone's eyes looking at us.

I looked over at one of them, but their eyes quickly darted away pretending they hadn't been looking at me in the first place. I looked over at my two friends who were now rubbing their heads. Apparently getting thrown onto a table after also getting your ankles almost torn off is enough to wake someone up.

Suddenly I felt a small sting in the back of my hand. I looked over and saw there was a small tube connected to it circulating up my arm. I could see a little needle inside poking me over and over multiple times, each time getting a little more blood out of me. I was tried to pull it out but i couldn't.

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I was starting to get a little nervous when I remembered what one of the people said from the previous night about the Boss testing me.

Could this have been what they meant. Attaching something to test me with, and if it was why did they do it while i was asleep. Putting on a test tube doesn't have to be done while asleep. There must be something I'm missing. I looked closer at where the test tube entered my skin. It was a little shiny at the end where it suctioned cupped to my skin.

But it wasn't suction cupped. The reason I hadn't been able to remove it was because of a metal razor sharp lining was connected to the end of the test tube allowing it to seep into my skin and not be taken out.

I tried once again to try and pull it out, but a guard put his gun next to my head signalling me to stop. I did. I may have been kidnapped but that doesn't mean I wanted to be killed.

I tried looking at my friends again, they were still bleeding but looked better. They were glancing warely at the guard who had just pointed a gun at my head skeptically like they weren't totally sure what was going on either. Once they saw me looking at them they looked away quickly as if trying not to show their fear. I looked away too, still wondering what was under the cloth up on the small platform we were all surrounding.

“I would tell you but you're going to find out soon anyway,”

one of the guards said as if reading my mind,

“Just be careful of what you say or else they’ll show you sooner."

I didn't know what that meant, and i didnt want to know.

Twenty minutes went by with nothing happening. Then suddenly a voice boomed all around us, “Now The Moment You've All Been Waiting For!!!”

a shower of sparks shot in front of the curtain and it dropped. Behind the curtain was a gallow. We were being hung.