Taped

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"What do you mean you have been taping me?" The brown eyed girl looked at the man dressed all in black with anger in her eyes.

"You have been under servalence for 2 years, you're being relocated because we think you will be a good candidate." The man backs away from her closing the folder he had in his hand.

"You can't do this to me. What do u mean you've been watching me. Where's my mom." The man leaves without an explanation closing the red door behind him. "COME BACK HERE YOU BASTARD. COME TAKE THESE RESTRAINTS OFF AND SEE WHO WINS." She struggles against the ropes that hold her to the chair. Her screams fall on def ears as the room becomes empty of any other presence but hers.

The bright yellow room with the combination of the illuminated lights gives the eire look of a faded dusk. The red door being the only other color. She takes a moment to look at her clothes, a hospital gown and no shoes. Judging by how cold she was from the metal seat, she'd say no underwear as well. Her hair, light only to her shoulders, they might have cut it she couldn't tell from the way it felt. She tried to remember how she got in this situation.

She woke up this morning like it was any other day. Took a shower, brushed her teeth, and looked at her phone. Getting dressed she went downstairs to eat breakfast by herself. Then..... thats where she draws up blank. What happened after she went downstairs.

"You're being processed". She looked up to see a man in teal slacks with a clipboard. She hadn't noticed the squeak of the door when it was opened.

"Where are u taking me? Where's my parents?" The man stepped to the side as a big buffer man step through the door. He had to duck to walk through the door. He pulled out a pair of handcuffs as he approached.

"Anastasia or the bag?" The doctor hed up the two items for me to pick.

"What?" He rolled his eyes and he looked at her with a blank stare.

"Chose or I choose for you."

"The bag." He walked towards me and put it over my head, timing it tight enough to choke me. "Hey its a little too tight I can't breath." She felt the cool metal as the handcuffs were put on her wrist, tight enough to leave a mark. The ropes loosened one of them grabbed her arm. "Too tight" she gasped out the words in hopes they'd loosen something even the grip on her arm.

"Stop talking, you'll ruin your vocal chords. " she rolled her eyes in the direction of the doctor. She was led out of the room, not much light could be seen through the bag but she could tell it was the same florescent light that was in the room. Her surroundings dead silent except the rhythm of the men's shoes as they walked in sync. The small pitter patter of her feet as she had to walk twice as fast to keep up with the constant pull on her arm.

"Stop. This is where we say our goodbyes." She stops and tries to calm her breathing. "You will be taken to your home."

"I get to go home?" She croaks out.

There's no response as she's shoved into the back of a car. The door slams and the car begins to move. "If you throw up it will stay in the bag until we get there. Nod if you understand. " She does and lays her head down on the seat.