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I stand up and look down at the floor hoping that the machine creature thing doesn't take offence and it rolls out of the cell, I have a feeling that I'm supposed to follow it so I do. I find that I'm in a large brick corridor with many cells on either side. The way that is built is so that the wall with the bars is facing a brick wall on the other side of the corridor and never another cell. I winced inwardly; it was just another way to make you feel completely alone here. The salt shaker marched me down the hall and I was able to look into the cells, all of them were dark and the only way I knew that there were other things here was because I could hear their pained whimpers and moans, occasionally the flash of their eyes getting caught in the light.

It felt like I was in my death march, I was too depressed to look up and in the other cells anymore so I cast my eyes downward to the floor watching my sock covered feet shuffle down the hall. But then out of the corner of my eye I saw light so I looked up again, this cell I looked into was different, one there was an actual light which none of the other ones had. Then it seemed to be much cleaner and in better condition than the other cells were, maybe they were moving me into this cell? Then as I continued to scan the room I saw someone on the cot in the corner.

It was a girl, a very small girl, she looked weak and frail, and I swallowed the bile that was coming up my throat as I looked at her. She could barely be six or seven at most, she was a very beautiful little girl but the thing that made me sick was that someone could put her in those kinds of conditions. Then she smiled at me, it was a sweet smile of a girl who knew not the ugliest of the world, but mixed with the sadness of never seeing the outside world. I wanted to call out to her, to comfort her, to protect her, to tell her everything would be just fine and I would get her out of there.

But I couldn't, I just couldn't, because I knew, deep down in my heart that I would be lying to her, that I wouldn't be able to save her no matter how hard I tried. I gave her a smile, probably something she hasn't seen in a long time, I smiled and put my whole heart into it for her as I forced to march along past her. We walked some more and I felt weak in the knees as we got to a large, worn steel door. I looked very confused, was just behind this door my death? Was I walking onto the doorstep of the Grim Reaper? I was trembling my hands shaking uncontrollably and I gripped the edges of my jumpsuit to help hold them still.

"Human prisoner go in and purify you," the salt shaker said as the lights on the top blinked as it spoke.

"What do you mean 'purify'," I asked utterly confused.

Instead of answering me the door swung open and the machine shoved me in, I tumbled and landed on something hard and cold. The door closed with a creak and I was in complete darkness, my heart began to race faster and faster. I ran my hand over the floor feeling bumps, like tiles separated by grout. I got up onto my hands and knees and crawled through the darkness to a wall where I hoped the door was, I stretched my hands outwards as I got to the wall feeling for anything. My fingers hit what I thought was a light switch and I flicked it to the on position hoping that it would turn on a light.

A blinding amount of light came from overhead fluorescent lights; I snapped my eyes shut as they watered painfully. It took me awhile before I could open my eyes and look around the room which was indeed covered in tile, pale green and brown. In the middle hanging from the tiled roof was a showerhead then right under that was a metal drain. Next to the drain were some showering supplies, shampoo, conditioner, body wash and wash cloth. Over to the far left there was wooden bench that had towels, hair brush, and a white dress with matching slippers.

I looked around for some water faucets to run the shower head, then I saw them on the wall by the light switch, I turned it on hoping that it wasn't going to be cold. I peeled the jumpsuit off of my body and finger combed my hair as I went to check the water temperature. It was hot, almost too hot but I didn't care, I stepped under the stream of water and sighed happily. The hot water loosened my muscles and washed away the grime from my cell. I scrubbed my skin clean and wash happy to see the black water flow down the drain; soon I was done and dried myself off.

I picked up the white dress curiously, it had cup sleeves two different sashes, one blood red the other white, it was very simple the bodice did have some silver threading designs on it but other than that there wasn't anything extraordinary about it. I pulled it on over my head and felt the soft fabric hug my body, I tied the red sash around my waist then French braided my hair using the leftover white sash to use as a bow. I carried the slippers in my hand then slipped them on when I was near the door; they were thin and had almost no support for my feet at all.

I opened the steel door that had lead into the tile room and slipped out and almost ran into the salt shaker thing. It seems to use its scope to examine me making me self-conscious before it states, "Come Worthless human."

It begins to roll further down the hall and I follow it seeing that as we get progressively further down it looks less like a prison and closer to being a military base. The slippers had no traction and I had to focus closely to make sure that I didn't fall as I tried to make my way down the hall. About nine or ten yards down the hall I see large, floor to ceiling wooden doors, they appear to be mahogany and very shiny. We came closer and I felt so tiny compared to them, then they swung open inwardly without so much as a sound coming from them. I look into a brightly lit and lavish room, like a throne room from medieval movies.

"Bow to the almighty leader human," the machine said.

I had to track my mind to when I was little and my mother had taught me proper manners, I went into a low courtesy keeping my eyes downcast. Soon I was told by one of the machines to stand up and turn around, I spun on the ball of foot and saw a large suspended screen. On that screen was Mr. Smith's face creased with worry and black circles under his eyes, I immediately felt better... safer. I knew he would come get me so

I smiled at him giving a little wave, "Hello Mr. Smith."