●Sloane●

YOUR POV

You are a newly kidnapped prisoner in this godforsaken ‘paradise’ that promises no declines in health. Yeah, right, no place like that exists, what cheap bullshit. After a few hours of being knocked out, you wake up and feel for your surroundings. For a moment, you feel paralyzed, like you can’t move at all. Before you force yourself it sit up and look around.

You decide waiting here won’t do any good. You force all your strength to get up, even though you are still immensely tired and want to sleep, you also want answers. And your will to question is stronger. You walk outside of the room and take forever, every step taken makes you need to summon strength. Pathetic, you struggle to even walk out of a damn room?

After finally walking out the room, you go see the lobby, where you see not many people are there though. They must be somewhere else. You spot someone in the middle, curled up into a ball, with their knees to their chest. They seem sad or.. something. Your initial thought was to ignore them, but, that would just be rude.

You walk up to that person, still struggling to walk. You finally reach her, and put a trembling hand on her shoulder. You wait expectantly for her to turn around and ask you what you’re doing, but she’s very lost in thought.

She barely shifts, and she looks very motionless, if it weren’t for the wind occasionally blowing her hair. You summon strength to tap her shoulder more harshly, but not harsh enough to hurt. She then turns her head at you, looking quite emotionless.

SLOANE’S POV

Sloane has been trapped here for a long time, how long again? She didn’t kept track of the days, she mostly tried to, but the voices in her head kept on distracting her from actually having a hobby. It often pissed her off, but she later recognized the voices in her head as roommates. The voices in her head are the souls of her deceased friends Mckenzie, Fawn, and Becky. Though, none of them are nice to her.

Sloane didn’t make many friends as she was distant, avoided conversation, and didn’t really appear pleasing or approachable. Sloane didn’t care about that though, because she could talk to the voices in her head! Though they often bullied her. Sloane rarely talks. When she does, it’s usually when she is asked to talk.

Sloane only made one friend, who is Soto. Though Sloane often just listens to Soto, they do talk one to one sometimes, and Soto seeks help and attention from Sloane mostly. Sloane knows that people were getting kidnapped into here and lied to be the staff. They were treated like children even if they weren’t. When some became disobedient, bad, irritating to staff, or in all, too older or too dumb, they were taken and experimented on by the scientists, which either resulted in torture or death. Mostly in death.

Some scientists took them as pets, even if they didn’t do anything. And they would be forced to walk on all fours or they would be punished with a shock collar. It was hideous. Sometimes, they were shocked or punished in public. Almost everyone grew a hatred for the scientists.

Sloane witnessed someone being ripped off from their friends firsthand, and even someone getting punished in public. It never seemed to visibly faze her, but she DESPISED the scientists. She always wants to kill them but knows she probably can’t do much. But she would rather DIE before giving out information about the people or helping the scientists with their cruel shit.

In the current, she looked at you, almost emotionlessly. She was going to turn her head, before you spoke to her, “Uhm, can you tell me where I am and what do I do?” She huffed quietly, she didn’t want to speak.