I didn't, for once in my life, understand what was going on.
This never really happened, only when my parents were killed and now.
As I was led to a metal chair, I smelled my capturer.
Somehow they had the Britney Spears fragrance Fantasy on their neck.
Hmm, so my capturer was a woman.
While I was processing this all in my head, someone kicked the back of my knee and I crumbled into the chair that somehow was now under me.
Then someone grabbed my arms tightly and put this wire around my chest and arms, tying me to the chair.
The pain from the wire cutting into my forearm was excruciating but I somehow bottled it all up inside.
Time went by and I didn't hear anything, not a whisper, not a whine, not a yell.
If I am correct, which I always am, I sat there for 2 hours, 46 minutes, and 23 seconds.
Now I felt the wire cutting deeper into my beautiful caramel skin.
It was not long before I felt my own blood to trickle down the sides of my arms.
Finally, the lights flickered on.
I shut my eyes from the sudden change in brightness and then re-opened them.
I was in awe when I looked around the room.
It was designed similarly like CSOA, but, and Uncle Jake would kill me if I said this, this place was way more advanced.
Computers lined the walls, a big cherry oak desk sat at the front of the room, and in the middle laid me and, to my right, Cammie, though she looked unconscious.
No one was in the room except Cammie and I.
I noticed everything about her, her brown hair with golden highlights, her light freckles on her cheeks, and then her arms.
They were cut up more than mine, she must have struggled, which with these wires, isn't so smart.
Suddenly, some man walked through the doors next to the front.
I looked over to him and quickly took in all his features.
Wait, isn't that the guy Agent M described in her little video!?
Also, WHERE IS AGENT M!?!
Back to the man, he was 6' 4", black and Mexican, obviously, and had a shaved head.
He walked over to Cammie and slapped her into consciousness.
Her head shot straight up and then her eyes went flaming red when she stared into the man's eyes.
"Don't you dare look at me!" Then the man slapped her again.
"She has every right to you shit-head!" I shouted at him.
Cammie laughed.
He came over to me and socked me right in the mouth, almost dislocating my jaw.
Searing pain rush into my face, but instead of being a sissy I held the "Ow's" inside.
"Is that all you got?!" I spit out cockily and smirked.
Wow, am I seriously going to start acting like Zach now?
The man started to bring his fist back for another punch when a voice came from the left.
In the doorway stood, Richard Santigo.
My first assassinator, whose name I found out after our little interrogation.
"Father, you can not knock out our captives before we even get to have a little fun." He grinned.
We?! Who's we?
Then I heard an all too-familiar laugh and I turned to Cammie and shot her look that said, "I know who that is!"
She noticed and stared toward the door.
I turned my head and wasn't shocked at who I saw.