Eleutheromaniac: An object show inspired story.

Chapter 1: Life Just Gets Weirder.

Static. Only the static remained.
"Six..." - the robotic voice came over my mind, but I was too distracted to wake up.
"HURRY UP, WE DON'T HAVE MUCH TIME!" - Another voice joined in, shouting all in a hurry.
"Well, maybe if you get your ass off the ground, you'll be useful and we'll rescue this guy here!" - And then another...
"Eighteen..."

The mechanical intonation of the voice seemed to incessantly reiterate a specific numerical sequence: six, eighteen, five, five. I wondered silently about the reason behind this repetition. I struggled to move my lips in an attempt to articulate something, but found a metal element obstructing my mouth, a restriction that extended to my extremities as well, which were bound. The posture I was in was notoriously uncomfortable, a condition that became progressively unbearable given the situation in question. The only thing comfortable was my green scarf.
I was oblivious to the events unfolding around me, although a sense of vigilance permeated my being, even in the absence of any possible tangible threat. The adrenaline emanating from beings who presumably shared this same space resonated in me like tumultuous waves, intensifying an inexplicable restlessness.

"MAYBE THE ANSWER IS 'FREE'!" - exclaimed an irritating voice very close to me.
"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR, GO AND TRY THAT!"

I heard the trembling of the floor caused by someone's quick, panting footsteps. The pressure stopped radiating in the room when a bell rang.
To relieve my well-being, the mechanism attached to my head was deactivated and removed by one of the individuals present, freeing my mouth to move, but I can't say the same for my hands. I slowly opened my eyes as if I were a newborn baby looking at its parents for the first time, a serene atmosphere gently opening its doors to welcome me in.
Taking a closer look at my surroundings, I noticed that there were cameras in some corners of the ceiling. It reminded me of a padded room in a mental asylum. Just ahead, there were two objects apparently arguing and two others watching me, and behind them there were some doors.

Before I could describe anything else, one of these individuals, a flaming object, walked towards me - "Yo, one more for our victim list." - He laughed sarcastically to try and deal with the situation.
"Well, before I let you go... we wanted to ask you how you got here." - another arrived, a lemon-scented cleaning & beauty product.

I widened my eyes in indignation. I was literally tied up and with something strange on my mind, and they think I'm a THREAT?! they're the strangers here trying to get information out of me.

I forced air out of my mouth abruptly to try and give a credible answer, "What? man, I don't even remember what I ate this morning, and you expect me to know what's going on?" - I moved my body forward, raising my voice to sound more genuine but confident.
"Calm down, handsome, we're confused too." The other tried to relax me.
"Actually, I'm the one who has to ask the questions. How long since I've been here? Who are you? What is this place? Why am I trapped? Have I finally gone mad and am now experiencing the consequences of my actions? ..." - I couldn't go on any longer because the same object interrupted me.
"Calm down, buddy... let's go in stages. First of all, we don't know how long YOU were here, but it's been a day now. At least 4 or 5 people here died before you arrived. We don't know what this place is either, but there have been many sacrifices here that I haven't even mentioned before. And, uh..." - He rolled his eyes, trying to continue his thought - "... well, that's all that's happened so far. Our challenge was just to save you, but it also meant that you'd have the freedom to vote on who you wanted to kill."
Each time he added, I felt my face contort, trying to react without laughing nervously or looking like a lunatic - "please, someone pinch me." - I whispered to myself and to the god who probably doesn't exist and isn't watching over our poor current situation.
"Oh yeah, my name... I'm Cassander, but call me Cass. Contrary to what people think, I'm actually a candle, not a bomb. haha." - He was about to extend his hand, but then remembered my current physical state.
"uhh... and you?"
"... I don't know if I trust you enough." - I turned my face away like a child when he sees broccoli on the table.
"But I told you my name... unfair. However, since I'm soooo nice, I'll untie you."