Now its all I got Day 10 part 2

The screams that are heard are different than those that are normally heard throughout the room, instead of the constant screaming or cries of help or sadness, these are shrieks of terror. They come in sporadic bursts as the small critters move across the floor, most likely just as scared as the humans that jump at the site of them.

"Does anyone know anything about snakes!" Daniel does what can best be described as a whisper scream.

"Not me, sorry, Ross?" Dalton looks over to Ross who looks as stiff as a board, fists clenched and eyes squeezed tight shut. "Ross?!"

"NO! I'm no ophiologist!" Ross tries to barely move as he shouts a response.

"What's an Ophiologist?" Liz looks over.

"It's someone who studies snakes." Ross responds, this time moving his mouth even less to respond.

"Why do you know that, but you don't know anything about snakes?" Daniel looks over to him.

You gave me nothing Day 10 part 1

The final note plays of the song and the lights come back on in the room. 
In a couple of the previous days the torture had ended at some point in the night and they would be allowed at least a couple of hours of sleep without the constant hammering of Cipher's rule, but he kept that music playing all night long.


"I can't hear a damn thing." Daniel stands up and stretches, still sore from the Stingmore mine assault three days ago.
"What?!" Ross gets up and helps up Anne and Dalton.
"I said. I can't...wait I swear to God if your messing with me right now you're getting smacked." Daniel sneers at Ross.
Ross looks at Anne, "I probably shouldn't ask him what he said again."
"No. That would be bad." she answers back.
"What?" Ross smirks and Anne smacks him. "ow."
"I'm never going to get that song out of my head." Liz walks over and joins them as the begin to move to the center of the room.
"I'd say something like if I never hear that song again before I die, I'll be a happy man, but seeing as how I'm number 52, I'm not saying that." Ross chuckles as he moves with the group.

More than alot... Day 9 part 2

The first hour - volume = level 3

You spin my head right round, right round
when you go down, when you go down down

Everyone sits and waits, the music plays, some our tapping their feet, others are just waiting, more water, fire, what, what would be next. The low playing music is barely noticed, Cipher said he need them bandaged and ready to go for the next days events. He also said they were more injured than he planned for, was todays torture that he had scheduled to much for the group to handle and now he didn't know what to do? Was Cipher stumped? Several sat around enjoying the reprieve of the destruction of their body and spirit waiting and even joking that their tormentor was beat by his own game for a day, and day 9 would be a cake walk.

"This is Right Round by Flo Rida isn't it." Ross snaps his finger figuring out the tune, it has since switched from the muzak version to the standard version they were used to hearing on the radio. "You said you knew the song, right Jim? That's what this is?"

"Yeah, I love this song, play it all the time, one of those guilty pleasures. So this really isn't torture for me." He sits down and adjusts the bandages on his arm.

Did I ask To Much? Day 9 Part 1

At some point in the night the torture of day 8 had ended, the rain changed from the mixture of lemon juice and salt to plain water, it washed off the mixture that had rained down upon them for hours the previous day; but the effects that it rendered upon the people of the room lingered. The captives of Cipher's 'expedition' laid about the room, curled up and spread throughout, some on top of one another to shield what they could, but the attempt was futile at best.

The lights turned on in the room and the drains sucked down the remaining water on the floor. They awoke from what was their worst nights sleep since the very first day. This physical torture was the worst they had experienced yet, all emotionally drained and mentally ripped apart but they were far worse physically than either of those two things. Their bodies ached and were stiff, cracked and bruised they could barely stand to gather into the center of the room, even Judy Castle who was number 8 and ready to leave could barely gather the strength to move to the position and raise her tag to the air.