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"Mikey, the order for table three is done!"

I heard a coworker yell out from the back as I reluctantly stood up from my short break. The smell of greasy pizza wafted to my face as I picked up the tray. The pizza was practically swimming in grease. I wouldn't be surprised if you could drink it with a straw.

I gritted my teeth in disgust as I forced a smile at the group of rowdy customers at table three. "Here you go, sirs. If you need anything else just let me know," I said tapping my name tag before walking away from the table.

The only reason I still worked at this pizzeria was because it was close to my apartment. I had been thinking about quitting and switching to the Fish N Chips place down Main Street. I heard they were hiring, and it couldn't be worse than this pizzeria I, unfortunately, found myself working at.

I hummed to myself as I watched the clock ticking towards 12:30. Almost time for my shift to end and the place to close. I couldn't wait to crawl into bed and warm my cold toes.

"Good luck," my coworker patted my shoulder roughly as he locked up the pizzaria. "You too," I waved, zipping up my coat to shield myself from the frosty air. I didn't even remember my coworker's name, but I secretly called him Monkey because he did an awesome monkey impression one time.

As I walked along the paved sidewalk I could hear the ruckus and laughter of druggies in the alleys. Living in this neighborhood I was surprised I hadn't been stabbed yet.

My breath turned visible in the chilly air, and my nose started to run. The long walk home still had a long way to go yet I was already exhausted.

I let out a sigh as I watched the streetlights flicker before going out completely. It gave me an eerie feeling and I quickened my pace not liking the darkness that engulfed the surroundings. I tucked my chin into my coat breathing in and out to warm my frozen face. So far, the streetlights hadn't turned on. I couldn't help but feel on edge, but that was the reality of living here.

Just as I passed another alley my brown locks were suddenly yanked back with great force. I cried out in pain and fright struggling to free myself from the grip. An abrupt bright light flashed in my face blinding me momentarily. My consciousness faded and I blacked out.

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Ugh, I groaned internally as my head throbbed against my skull. What the hell happened? My mind felt foggy as I tried to gather my bearings. Perhaps it was a concussion? The first thing I noticed was the dominant presence of two colors: light blue and green. Confusion washed over me as I struggled to sit up, but to no avail.

My hands, legs, and neck were tightly bound restricting my movement. I could barely look down at myself, but I knew I was naked. With a pounding heart and a muffled head, confusion was the only emotion I could grasp.

"H-h..." I attempted to speak, but my throat felt raw and unpleasant, making it difficult to form words. I struggled against the restraints. Soon giving up, my veins coursed with adrenaline-fueled by fear and helplessness. I despised this situation.

I was trapped on a hard, white surface that resembled a table. The surrounding environment featured the same two colors that were supposedly meant to be calming hues, although they provided no solace to me at that moment.

With the onslaught of tears, I felt a lump forming in my throat, weakening me further. What's happening? Who kidnapped me? I shouted internally, hoping that by projecting strength in my thoughts, it would somehow manifest on the outside.

Suddenly, I heard a sound and reluctantly opened my eyes to a chilling sight. My gaze locked with the creature before me, its rose-colored eyes piercing through me without so much as a blink. Panic gripped every fiber of my being, and I began to breathe unsteadily fast. On the verge of hyperventilation. It had been years since I last experienced a panic attack, not since my mother...

Another creature, tall and slender, emerged from behind the first one. This scene repeated itself as five more of these strange beings appeared, each towering at a height of seven feet. They emitted peculiar noises, an incomprehensible language that only intensified my confusion and fear. I shut my eyes tightly, desperately trying to convince myself that this was all just a nightmare-a figment of my imagination.

My thoughts were interrupted by a sharp pain in my shoulder. I snapped my eyes open, startled, only to witness one of the alien-like creatures standing beside me. A needle filled with blue liquid protruded from my shoulder. Instantly, a wave of numbness and calm washed over me. The creature gently patted my hair before turning its attention back to its comrades.

The injection seemed to be some kind of sedative, rendering my limbs immobile. I despised this situation, but I was powerless to resist. It was truly horrifying.

I couldn't help but feel sickened as the creature's long skinny arms with the sheen of a bats wing, continued their examination. Their exposed body parts were covered in intricate swirly tattoos, and their piercing red eyes with no pupils sent shivers down my spine. One of them probed my body all over, while others brought in various materials wrapped in cloth. My skin crawled at their touch, and I fought the urge to vomit out of sheer disgust. Like I could anyway, the sedative made even blinking a chore.

A knife-like instrument came into view, reminiscent of the tools used in surgical procedures. I wanted to scream, to protest, but the drug rendered me powerless. I watched in horror as the alien with its long, slender fingers brought the sharp object closer to my thigh.

Blood.

I felt the searing pain as the blade cut into my flesh. I wanted to cry out, to resist, but all I could do was endure the torment. Other aliens joined in, poking and prodding me all over, focusing particularly on my stomach. The one who had drawn blood collected a sample in a vial before continuing to cut, carving a small triangle-shaped incision.

Oh God, oh God, what is happening? My mind reeling with fear and distress. I was being dissected like a frog in seventh-grade science class, and I was completely helpless to fight back. The agony overwhelmed me, and after what felt like hours of relentless cutting, I succumbed to unconsciousness, the combined effects of the stress, and the loss of blood.

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Awakening once more, a familiar sense of disorientation washed over me, accompanied by a light-headed feeling. Adrenaline surged, causing my breath to come in rapid, uneven gasps. As my senses sharpened, I realized I was lying on a pristine white bed, adorned with immaculate white sheets. The room surrounding me was a clinical white, with gleaming white walls, pristine white flooring, and a sense of sterility that sent a chill down my spine. I found myself dressed in white pants, adding to the surreal atmosphere.

Anxious and disoriented, I instinctively checked my body for the injuries that had plagued me before, only to discover that they had vanished without a trace. However, the memory of the pain I had endured remained vivid, haunting me like a wraith, causing a shudder to ripple through every cell of my being. A mix of despair and terror welled up within me, and I couldn't help but bite my lip, a nervous habit that had developed in my past.

Glancing around the room, my eyes caught sight of a glossy wall behind me, a one-way mirror that I had initially overlooked. Its reflective surface concealed the outside world, leaving me vulnerable to unseen observers. A surge of unease washed over me, and involuntary tremors wracked my body, reminding me that I was trapped and under constant surveillance. Adjacent to the mirror, a glass-enclosed area housed a toilet, its purpose crystal clear, and a plate of food accompanied by a drink that appeared neglected, as if it had been sitting there for an extended period.

The very thought of consuming the offered sustenance turned my stomach, the revulsion amplified by the realization that it would likely be in vain. I knew all too well that any nourishment I took in would most likely be forcefully expelled from my body.

Feeling vulnerable and exposed, I curled up on the bed, clutching a white blanket tightly around myself in a feeble attempt to shield my fragile sense of privacy. Time seemed to drag on, the minutes stretching into eternity, as hunger gnawed at my insides with increasing intensity. I gritted my teeth in frustration, casting a resentful glare at the sterile bedding. Oh, how I longed for freedom from this accursed hellhole.

Summoning what little hope remained within me, I reluctantly reached for a morsel of food, cautiously sampling a breadstick-like item. Its unexpected spiciness caught me off guard, jolting my taste buds into brief alertness. However, any semblance of flavor quickly dissipated, leaving behind a dull, sponge-like fruit that did little to satiate my hunger. Disgust contorted my face, and I washed down the unsatisfying bites with a sip of water.

A nagging suspicion crept into my mind, poisoning my tentative trust in the sparse sustenance before me.

"They could have drugged this," I mused aloud, my voice tinged with skepticism. The realization sent a chill down my spine, and I abruptly ceased eating, my appetite vanishing completely.

In that tense moment, a sudden, jarring sound reverberated through the room, causing me to startle and jump back in alarm. A portion of the shiny wall slid open with a soft hum, revealing one of the aliens on the other side. Breath catching in my throat, I realized I had grown complacent, allowing myself a momentary lapse in vigilance. The alien's eyes bore into mine, and anger and anxiety pitted my stomach, setting my heart pounding in my chest. Instinctively, I retreated, my back pressing against the wall, as the alien moved closer, its intentions unclear.

Cornered and overwhelmed by a rush of emotions, I could no longer suppress the torrent building within me. In a desperate attempt to defend myself, a reckless impulse took hold, and I unleashed a defiant cry.

"Get away from me you ugly ass bald ass alien!" I screamed, summoning every ounce of courage within me. Though my outrage is somewhat laughable thinking I could wound the alien's pride. With a wave of adrenaline, I aimed a swift kick directly at its vulnerable region, eliciting a piercing, high-pitched screech that filled the air.

Before fully understanding the consequences of my actions, my survival instincts propelled me forward. I raced out of the room, my heart pounding against my ribcage, a whirlwind of panic and determination guiding my every step. Without a second thought, I veered left, encountering a corridor lined with glass windows, each one revealing strange and otherworldly creatures. Some possessed eerily human-like features, while others were beyond my comprehension. It was only in that moment of frenzied escape that the realization struck me-I had unwittingly stumbled upon an enclosure of captives, fellow prisoners subjected to the same cruel fate as me.

"!!!" Mutely in shock I desperately propelled myself forward. But fate had other plans. In a cruel twist of fate, I found myself suddenly tackled to the ground. My desperate struggle was quickly subdued by an overpowering alien force. I fought tooth and nail, biting, kicking, and squirming, but my efforts were in vain. In powerlessness a choked sob escaped my throat, tears streaming down my cheeks. Realization of my failure settled in-I was trapped once again.

Countless other aliens converged upon the scene, their presence multiplying the weight of my despair. They injected me with a substance, familiar with its effects, rendering me sedated. Unable to move I lay there in their merciless grip.

The passing of time became a blur, an unending cycle of sleep, meager meals, and agonizing experiments. The duration of each torment eluded me-was it days, weeks, or months? The pain inflicted upon me varied, sometimes reaching unimaginable levels, other times subsiding to a mere shadow of the previous torment. Regardless every time I regained consciousness my injuries had inexplicably vanished. Leaving me physically whole yet spiritually shattered.

The basic comforts of life were denied to me. Showers became a distant memory, replaced by an unknown cleansing ritual administered during my unconscious state. I existed in a perpetual state of torment and uncertainty, my body bearing the scars of countless invasive procedures-cuts, incisions, and wounds that were invisible to the eye. Each visit to the table brought with it a fresh wave of torture.

The aliens resumed their sadistic experiments. A menacing stick-like device emitted jolts of excruciating pain, causing my body to convulse involuntarily. Tears mingled with drool, pooling around my lips as the relentless assault continued.

"It hurts...please...someone help," I whimpered, my voice strained. Each shock, each cut, each moment of pain eroded me, chipping away at my will to resist. My pleas for mercy echoed within the confines of the room. But my alien captors remained unmoved. To my astonishment, one of the beings, an observer meticulously noting down their observations, approached me with what seemed like tenderness, wiping away my tears. A futile gesture that elicited only anger and defiance from me, a testament to the depths of my suffering.

How long could I endure this torment? Days blurred into an unending continuum. Punctuated only by brief periods of respite and fractured hope.

I had attempted to escape countless times, my desperation driving me to defy my captors at every turn. But with each failed attempt came swift retribution-additional pain, deprivation, and punishment. The price for defiance grew steeper with each act of rebellion, leaving me broken and dispirited.

Now as I lay bound on the cold table, I couldn't help but question the purpose of my continued resistance. Was there any hope of escape? Or was I doomed to languish as a perpetual lab rat, subjected to unspeakable horrors until I finally shattered for good?

The harsh reality of my situation settled upon me like a suffocating fog. Giving up seemed like the path of least resistance, an escape from the unending torment that had become my existence. What purpose was there in clinging to a life defined by pain, fear, and the constant violation of my body and mind?

Thoughts of death crept into my consciousness, intertwining with the searing pain and pervasive sense of despair. Maybe, just maybe, embracing the inevitable was the only means of finding solace. Perhaps, in accepting my fate, I could find some semblance of peace amid the relentless torment.

But even as these thoughts danced on the periphery of my mind, a flicker of defiance ignited within me. It was a small spark, buried deep within the recesses of my battered head, refusing to be extinguished. The indomitable spirit that had fueled my previous attempts at escape resurfaced, reminding me of the fire that burned within, even in the darkest of moments.

With a renewed determination, I resolved to resist. Despite the overwhelming odds, the pain, and the relentless suffering, I would fight for as long as I had breath in my body. Though hope may flicker like a dying flame I would not succumb to the darkness entirely.

So, I braced myself for the next wave of suffering, for the inevitable trials that awaited me. With each passing moment, I steeled myself for the pain, with the hope this may end. It didn't matter if, in the end, it meant death.

A/N-

Really sad that all the comments will be gone :((( I will be looking forward to more comments from all of you though! Please tell me if there are any mistakes in the passages! I also won't be doing a character list for this story since I think it's better to use imagination for the aliens lol. Please enjoy and tell me your thoughts!

Mikey- brown hair, hazel eyes, 5'7.