"Take that back you little prick!" Sandy grabbed me by the collar as he shoved me against the steel wall.

"Then hit me you pussy." I taunted.

"I swear you little shit!-" bits of his spit landed on my face, but I continued to hold an impassive expression.

"Say it, don't spray it." I commented.

"Then try this!" he spat in my face. It took all my willpower to hold back the urge to rip him into pieces on spot with my bare hands. And that's when the Iron collars gave the warning:

"Please stand down, and place your hands behind your head and wait calmly for assistance to arrive."

I knew how the system works, in about 3 to 5 minutes the medics were going to come along with their entourages. And those things are truly a nasty piece of art. Outwardly entourages are like beautiful goddess pulled straight out of myths. But inwardly they are neither human nor machines. They have no feelings, much less a soul. Their entire purpose of existence is to obey and carry out orders from above. Once I saw in the cafeteria one of the residents merely skimmed an entourage, next thing we knew is that he had a concussion for the next 6 months. We waited quietly ducking down and it wasn't till minutes later that I heard the sound of footsteps. Two shadows were printed on the wall. And I knew it right off the bat that they were both entourages.

"Please stand by and remain in position." One of the entourages said in its robotic female voice.

Without turning, I already knew the medics were standing behind their entourages. As predicted, the medics would let the entourage engage us first as proper safety procedure. The thing about entourages is that, even though their arms may look thin, but I know they have the strength capacity to lift an elephant up with a single hand.

"Please stand by and follow our guidance." I felt a pair of cuffs wrap around my wrist, followed by the click from the lock. I did as the entourage told, and followed it through the complex for several minutes, where eventually I was escorted into a concealed room.

"Please wait, and lay calmly on the bed." The entourage said and then it turned away with the door sliding close behind it.

At this point, if I did something wrong, I was going to be done for. So I simply laid back on the bed and waited. A couple minutes later two medics came beside my bed with an entourage and wrapped my entire body from neck below under a huge white sheet. Then they strapped me to the bed by clipping the edges of the sheet to the bed.

"Please wait for further assistance to come." the entourage spoke on their behalf, as all 3 of them left a brief moment later.

Once I was absolutely sure I was alone, I began to struggle for the razor blade I hidden in my armpit. It was a monstrous maneuver, but eventually the hard work paid off as the razor fell into my hands and at once, I began picking the lock on my cuffs. Removing the cuffs was the easy part, but the hard part was cutting through the sheets. I had to start from the top then work my way down slowly. But more importantly I couldn't cut all the way through the material, since it will make an obvious tear in the sheet giving away my escape. And if I cut too lightly I wouldn't be able to make a scratch. What I had to do cut was, cut with a precise amount of strength, make the material look undamaged from the outside, but leaving them weak enough to rip apart when I make a sudden move. I was about halfway through the thing when the door opened and a man in a lab coat came in.

"Hello Mr. Shen. I am Dr. Volkensten. I am your psychiatrist; and I am here to help you." He said with a plastered smile as the door closed behind him.

"Hello doctor." I smiled at him as I continued to cut at a steady pace.

"So how's your day going?" he asked with a professional smile.

"I had a good breakfast and...did I tell you about the view from my room? It's amazing." I lied. The room was completely sealed.

"Yes, indeed. I heard about your fight, did you get hurt?"

"No, unless you count the spit in my face."

"How rude. So how are you feeling right now?"

"Before I answer that question may I ask where your entourage is?"

"I know a lot of patients are not uncomfortable around them, so I left her outside. Honestly say even I am even intimidated by them sometimes."

"Oh. And just a thought, have you ever consider what you are going to do if you were held at knife point by a person who you think you have absolute control over of?"

"No, why?" he said with a poker face.

It was at that moment I burst through the sheets. And before he had any time to react, I slammed him against the wall and cupped my hand over his mouth.

"If you call for your entourage I will cut your throat open." I edged the blade forward.

His face expressed nothing but shock.

"Doctor...I need to borrow your something from you..." I let the moment of fear sink in, partially because I enjoyed it.

"...your I.D bracelet." I said, as I spread open my fingers slightly.

"Do...ddoo you have any idea what you are doing? You will go to prison for this!" his voice was full of panic.

"Have you forgotten, we are already in one? Ah, you are probably wondering why the iron collar isn't working? Am I correct?"

His face twisted into a portrait of total fear.

"I removed the needle this morning. Removing the collar isn't new stuff to us. We've been doing it for a long time, but that's not the real thing that concerns us. The real thing that concerns us is...the entourages." Which was true. For many years, many of us had come close to escaping, but no one had ever succeeded. Mostly due to the entourages showing up in the wrong place and the wrong time.

"You freaks!" The doctor screamed as I let him drop. I was enjoying myself too much watching the man trying to crawl into an imaginary hole.

"Be my guest. But first you have to hand over your I.D bracelet." The I.D bracelet was the key to every room and passage here. And that included authority over the entourages.

"It won't come off me! It's for security measures!" he complained, but as soon as he saw the look in my eyes, his words stopped short. I grabbed him by the collar and held him at knife point once again.

"I am so sorry I have to do this. Just to inform you, I am no sadist." I said as I grabbed his trembling hand. Then realizing what he had said he immediately regretted it.

"No please don't do this...please don't..." Before he could get another word out, I knocked him out cold. This made my job a lot simpler. Then I spared no time and began cutting immediately. My cut was quick and clean but it still took me couple minutes, because cutting through the bones was especially difficult, more so when using a razor. The sound really wasn't my tune, so I compensated by humming a J-pop song that I couldn't recall I heard from...where? Though I was covered in blood, the prize of victory was in my hands. I strapped my I.D bracelet to my arm, as seconds passed and nothing happened.

Are you fkin with me?

Just as I was considering about suicide, the bracelet beeped once, then I lifted to my head for a closer look and it said in the same voice the entourages use:

"All system online, stand by for command."

I went up to the door and swiped the I.D at the scanner. The door slid open. I walked outside the door and saw an entourage standing beside the doorway. And I admit I was not quite used to them at such a close distance.

I have immunity against them right now. But I have to act quickly, or else they are all gonna flood this place...

With a twitch of a lip, I turned and asked the entourage:

"Take me to Sandy Corelo."