The previous days events lingered in the room, the stench of vomit, food, and the sheer disgustingness hung in the air like a thick milky fog. The captives were woken by the sound of rushing water and some by the puddles forming around their faces.
Sitting up immediately and noticing the trough that supplied their water in the room was now over flowing and spilling to the floor. Several members of the group run around and wake the others some run to the trough to see if the water flow can be stopped. Taking their shirts off and plugging up the holes from where the water was flowing from, they desperately try and stop the rising threat.
The monitor turns on.
“Good morning everyone, it’s Day 4, everyone to the center of the room and hold up your tags.” The group does as their told without hesitation, his grip on them is strong but not completely solid. “I’m very happy we didn’t loose anyone to violence yesterday or to your challenge but don’t think for one minute that you’ll be rewarded in anyway. In fact there is one thing I am displeased about. Look at this room, its disgusting, feces, vomit, blood food remains scattered around the room. I had anticipated some of this, but still, you’ve really just trashed the place. Number three where are you?”
The room again hushes and everyone glances around to see who supposedly gets to go home today. The woman’s group that has been growing since day 1 moves their huddle up to the front of the crowd and a small petite woman, barely over five feet tall steps up.
“I’m number 3, my name is Lisa.”
“Lisa, you were not number three when the numbers were registered the other day.” Cipher leers into the camera as if he wanted to be right in her face.
“No sir, someone else in my group was, but they offered me their tag because I have a health condition. We don’t want to say who it was in fear that they will be retaliated against like Mr. 100 Days was.” Lisa looks over at Daniel and then looks down at the floor.
Well, I guess I can rule out anyone in the woman’s group, Daniel thinks to himself, trying to look as many people in the eye he can, in hopes he’ll catch a glimmer of guilt.
“Mr. 100 Days, Ha” Cipher snickers and shows his first sign of emotion; “I like that. Lisa step to the spot against the wall where the light is shining.” Yet another spot on the wall lights up, the P90s of course stand above at attention. It was barely even noticed that they entered the room. The sound of water rushing in faster from the far end of the room masked their arrival. The wall opens, Lisa leaves, and the wall shuts. “So now that we’re done with that, let us clean this room up. Do not try and stop the water from flowing, over 1,000 gallons are set to flow into this room, filling it to approximately 8ft of water, after a period of time it will drain into large drainage units built into the floor. I don’t recommend tampering with them at all. Keep in mind today’s events are being monitored and will be broadcast to the web for your family and friends to see, they can’t hear you, but they’ll watch as you try and tread water for the next several hours. Feel free to express your love and statements of hope, I’m sure it will be washed away as the day goes on, pun completely intended. Your love ones today will watch you try and not drown in water that for the most part, only a couple of feet over your head. I must assume that this will be heart wrenching, I’ve never had love, so I won’t begin to try and sympathize with any of you, it’s not my forte. Also, I assume none of you are hungry, because I’m not feeding you today, but if you are thirsty, well by all means, drink up.”
The monitor shuts off, the P90s leave the room and trough erupts like a volcano. The water just bubbling and rushing out of it; almost instantly everyone’s feet are covered. The drainage spouts on the floor adding to the water quickly filling the large room and panic starts to flow into the room as well. People screaming they can’t swim others horrified with the fact that their disgustingness will be floating around them, and others cursing and screaming to the monitors, defiance is starting to set in with some of the group.
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