She stepped back from the tablet on the wall, staring at the words. Left door. Turning, the girl walked accordingly to the designated door. What lied inside?
Rosangela slowed her pace, ignoring the warning gaze of the robot standing next to the left door. He wanted her to move faster, but she didn't. What awaited her inside? Death, or release? Slavery?
Her second warning was the thump of the robot's staff on the floor, resounding through the whole room. The human didn't shy away, instead, she stopped momentarily before finally walking up to the door, and it opened up for her.
Blood. There was blood everywhere in the room. It looked like an antechamber, with dead humans in it, that is. Two more robots stood inside, their cold red gaze flicking over to her. Rosangela had watched how many entered each door, there was a significant amount of less humans in here than what originally entered. Had some lived?
Megatron watched from his throne, red eyes narrowed as the bare skinned woman approached the inside of the left door. He raised his voice, "Soundwave," he called out to the robot, he was standing just outside the right door. The shorter figure turned, "See to it that 253 goes into the right door. My orders."
The two metal beings inside the antechamber looked up to their leader and nodded at the stare given. The closest to Rosangela nudged her out with the butt of his staff, far enough for the door to close without squishing her.
253 was her number, she'd have to remember that.
To the right door. Since the left looked predominantly like utter death, she assumed that this one would be different.
Megatron stared at her small, frail organic body as she looked up at Soundwave, he gestured her inside the room. Another antechamber... with blood. Not in pools, but in small drops dotted here and there around one little spot in the center of the room. No body parts or humans. Rosangela turned to see the door closing behind, her eyes spotted the leader's red eyes on her.
When the door shut, it became darker. It was dim in the room, with lights lining the walls like the previous room.
Again, two robots stood inside. They stared down at her with blank red gazes. One stepped forward, "To the wall," he pointed to the opposite side of the room. She obeyed, setting herself flat against the wall with her back facing them, "Do not move."
Warmth... no, heat crept up to her skin. As it got closer, it became hotter. Rosangela grit her teeth as it became even higher in temperature.
Something burning pressed itself against her back. She could feel her skin being easily moved like slime as it pressed deeper. A tingling, soon stinging, sensation started up. It took everything the girl had not to scream in pain, but tears welled up in her eyes out of instinct.
A warm liquid trickled from her back and down her legs. Blood.
The heat finally began cooling down, and it was taken out - not off - out of her back. It left a stinging pain beyond what Rosangela has ever felt, and she steadied herself on the wall.
Another object was pressed on her back, it felt like rings. Tiny little needles pricked her back.
"253, please go through the door," she turned to see one of the robots pointing with his staff to the entrance. The other was holding metal, it changed colors, from orange, red to gray. It read her number. She continued to stare at it until the first robot restated with a firmer tone, "253."
Snapping out of it, she stumbled to the next room, her back raw and bleeding still. What had they branded her with? Her number, right? It was on her lower back, just shy of her back dimples.
It pained her to walk.
A small gathering of her kind stood in the next room, they were slipping on clothes. Black undergarments. That was it. The women were given her own set of panties and bras. The men didn't need the top. Each one had numbers on them.
217, 198, 211, 247, 245, 239. The numbers went on. It was almost illegible through the blood.
There were about twenty-five humans in the room, they stood there and sat around for what seemed like hours until there were sixty-one, Rosangela counted. It would have been sixty if she weren't to go in the right door.
On one side of the wall, were showers of a sort. Guess to wash off the blood and clean the brand. It'll surely scar, what's the point in no scar? The girl turned as much as she could to see; an ink ring around the branding.
She turned on the water. It was cold.
Blood filled her senses as she watched it run down the small drain, mixed with the water. She was feeling a little lightheaded.
Three robots stood in the room this time, their faces mostly blank besides the occasional scowl at the humans below. One stepped forward and began directing the gathered humans into the next room.
How many rooms were there?
Instead, it was a long, long corridor they had to walk down. Many giant doors lined the walls. It didn't even look remotely like a corridor with how wide it was. The width might as well have been as large as an eight lane highway.
Rosangela kept her curious eyes to the ground as they walked. The large robots kept a steady pace with the humans below, maybe seeming a little impatient.
After countless minutes, they seemed to reach a corner... where there was another corridor. Shorter this time. At the very end was a door they were heading towards. They sped up their pace by a notch, and approached the door in no time. It opened and the two robots following them didn't come in with the humans.
Red eyes from a sentry shifted over to them, he crooked smirked at them, picking up his staff with his other hand and holding it horizontally, aligned with his chest.
"Welcome to the energon mines."