We got thrown into a caged off area.

The other people in there had dark circles under their eyes and were very skinny.

They waited until the people left until deciding to talk.

"They feed you drugs, the drugs wire your brain in a certain way so the rules can control you. They control you in your sleep." A skinny boy with very dark circles under his eyes explained.

I looked at Frank for a second. "Why?"

The boy shrugged, "I guess it's just how it goes."

I hesitantly asked another two questions, "what's your name and how long have you been here for?"

"My name is Troye. I have no way of telling time so I don't know how long I've been here for." He replied.

I nodded slowly, "have you tried to get out?"

He shook his head, "we can't."