Trapped! 2

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The same army of strong men was sent to get me back. I ran and ran and ran, but I didn't make it. I was caught and the usual needle injected. But somehow I was beginning to become immune to it. For weeks I pretended that I was in the program but I knew I had to get out of there somehow.

I came to know this nerdy looking man in his forties who seemed like a trustworthy person. He had been there for a while, and was one of the 'senior' ranks. There were a few main game players, he said. Mrs Lang the leader, and her two faithful followers who were the disciplinarians. No one could disobey but if they did they would be disciplined.

One could only disobey if the effects of the drug was wearing off. But the consequences of disobedience was torturous or fatal.

The day came when I got to use a huge sewing machine. One of Mrs Lang's many creations. We were in a room full of built in ceiling high machines. The walls were soft, like stressball material. And once again just like robots, we followed instructions and began weaving.

But as I was almost fully aware of things as the drug had slowly worn off, I was beginning to see what we were doing for real.

You see, on the other side of the walls were bedrooms. Rooms with one single bed and one follower tied onto the bed with their feet hammered to the wall. We were weaving their feet. You could only guess what the red fluid was. Muffled screams sounded like relaxing beautiful music to those who were not immune against their jabs- everyone. So this was the fate of my friends who had tried to speak up when the drug had worn off and they realised where they really were.

"You listen to me, precious. You take baby and run, ok. Run and don't look back, run to the trains, you hear? Now go!"

Michel had discovered a secret exit from the place. Turns out that forty something nerdy looking man was once a urologist and Mrs Lang's obstetrician. He was talking to his little girl. The drugs didn't work on him too, and just like me, he knew the consequences and was just playing along. He said that children were not administered this special drug because he lied and told Mrs Lang it wouldn't work.

Mrs Lang was a famous science researcher back in the day. Success was her middle name, and she excelled in her field. But success also brought her downfall. Two failed marriages and the disability to bear children ticked her off. But it was not until she realised it was all her own doing that Mrs Lang reached breaking point. Michel was her unfortunate obstetrician that had to break the news- she had passed the age of child-bearing.

I took little Tori who clutched the baby in her arms and we ran like no tomorrow. We did reach the trains but a train had just departed! I wanted to be with Tori, to escape. Out of that crazy warehouse all my senses were coming back.

"Come back!" I spotted Michel in the distance, shouting as if his life depended on it.

"No, " I said. "I want out too!"

"Listen to me! If you leave now, this wouldn't end the way it's supposed to!"

Was I being selfish? Tori and the baby or the hundreds of victims who were also my friends- the choice was difficult, but clear.

So I turned around and followed Michel back.

I couldn't wait to restore my life to what it once was.

When I woke up, I felt like an adventurer. Boy am I glad it was all just another lame, crazy dream.