It felt as if I was dying, just one second longer and I may have walked my way to the moon and away from this torture. It was then when I heard the small fearful voice of the woman again.

"Enough please." She was begging, I could hear it in her voice even if I was dying I know the sounds of a begging voice. "If we keep on going she will die and we don't want them to die yet." I know that I was extremely weak but I think that she was crying as well. She was weeping for my life.

I weakly flinched and jolted upright as much as I was able to when I heard the sound of him knocking something over. It was a loud bang followed by some ringing as whatever it was rolling around on the ground. "Fine!" he yelled out as he slammed the door, I assumed it was him leaving the room.

Slowly and carefully she removed all of the needles that had been draining me of my life, putting pressure on them ensuring that I didn't bleed out.

She started to untie me, hurrying to get the sliver off of my skin, she let out a horrified gasp, as she removed my cuffs, not ready for what she saw. My vision was fading in and out but I can swear on my life that I saw her whispering that she was sorry over and over again, that she didn't want to do this. She wanted no part in what they were doing.

She didn't want the death of innocent creatures on her hands.

I feel as though she was talking more to herself then me at this point, attempting to comfort herself so that she could sleep at night.

She was soft and gentle with me moving around me as if I was a precious piece of crystal. She even cared enough to give me a glass of clean water. I gulped it down without even thinking about it, it was so clean and tasted fresh. I don't care what anyone thinks and who tries to argue with me, water has a taste.

I'm starting to think that maybe not all of them are monsters.

I know that we definitely aren't the monsters in this place, we don't go around kidnapping and killing innocent people for no reason.

They have even taken children, they are barbaric and have the nerve to call us animals, dangerous and cruel monsters.

Maybe they should take a look in the mirror.

She was cleaning my skin off from all the blood that was leaking out of me and removing the last of my restraints when I heard someone walk in again, I was close to passing out so I knew it was someone coming to take me back to my cage.

Everyone that is returned goes into their cages half dead once these people have taken them.

I slumped and slouched forward in the chair once I was released from the last of the head and neck restraints. I hadn't noticed before that I was sitting completely straight in the metal chair. My back was feeling it now and was in pain since it was so different then being hunched over in my cage.

I had grown used to the hunch, I don't know if my back will ever naturally be straight again.

I could feel that I was mere seconds away from losing any form of consciousness that I had left everything was fading, my vision, my hearing and even the feelings of pain. My head was spinning I swear that the floor was moving up and down just like waves.

I was however determined to stay awake, I felt the need deep down to stay away, and I felt that it could help me.

I don't know why I felt this way but I did.

I know that I was really out of it, I didn't notice that there was other people in the room until I felt a pair of hands grab me and pick me up.

At least I wasn't being dragged along the ground, which is what I expected from these monsters. I was thrown over his shoulder, as I fought the pull of sleep.

I believe that they think that I did pass out they didn't care about shutting doors or blinding my eyes. I saw more rooms like the one I was kept in, there was hundreds of them maybe even more. That didn't disturb as much as everything else I saw and heard.

We kept travel down stairs, further and further underground, at one point I saw windows all of course where covered if either dark blinds or metal shutters.

Precautions just in case someone got out.

I knew we were underground when I stopped seeing the windows, no one would be that stupid.

My heart broke when I kept being carried further and further beneath the ground, I think we went down another five or six floors. With each floor I could see more damp and dark rooms, some of these monsters where in the rooms torturing the ones who were being held prisoner in there.

I could hear the cries and smell the grief and heartache. There was so many rooms and if they were like the one I was in there would be anywhere between 10 to 20 people cramped up in there.

I couldn't help it, I silently wept for all the poor tortured innocent souls being held here, I didn't care if my capture who was carrying me heard.

What I saw was giving me strength to stay awake, strength to try and look for a way out.

Although this was well thought out, there are no escape routes down here, they didn't want it to be easy for us, but that doesn't mean that we wont find a way out.

There is always a way out, no matter the situation if you can try hard enough you can find a way.

At least that is what I'm telling myself, I have to stay positive even though it is hard.

One thing I did notice on the travel back to my cage is that there are no guards, not even in the room where I was being bled dry.

This could work in our favour.

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