'ohhhh we're halfway there! ohhhh living on a prayer! take my hand, and we'll make it i swear, ohhhh - living on a prayer!'
Maggie attempted to stand, using the wall as her main support, she hobbled in the too small shoes. "Anybody there? Hello? I cut myself in here. Is somebody there?" The girl shook her head slowly, but let her speak. The light flickered out. Maggie screamed in fear, almost falling down, but the girl, as if she knew what was going to happen, caught her. The only light, from the open door, slowly began to close.
"What's happening?" Maggie whispered hoarsely. The girl just shook her head wordlessly.
An intercom crackled. *Do you wish to know the future, Maggie?*
"What?" She sobbed, burying her head in her hands, almost leaning fully on the girl.
*Would you like to see exactly how your day is going to end?*
A projection screen turned on, images of an old man screaming as a chainsaw roared. Before the girl could cover her eyes, Maggie saw it all. Her own screams echoed throughout the dark room as the torture rolled across the screen. After what seemed like hours, the lights flashed back on. Maggie lied down rocking back and forth on the floor, hugging her knees. "Oh, god, no. No." The girl ran her fingers through Maggie's hair, whispering soothingly. She hated it when he did this to them. "Oh please, I have a baby. Her name is Sheila May. Please, I just want to go see my daughter." Maggie sobbed into her knees. All she got in return was feedback from the intercom. "I know you're there. Why—why are you doing this to me? What did I do to you?" she cried into the darkness.
*What did you do? What is the legacy of a whore, Maggie? Aids, syphilis, gonorrhea, herpes, hepatitis, disease, and filth. What did you do? You… were… you.*
Maggie covered her ears, tears continuing to roll down her cheeks.
"Don't listen to him." The girl soothed. "I promise, I'll do whatever I can to get you to your Shelia. You'll be alright." She gave his video cameras a filthy look, anger coursing through her veins, thick as blood. This time would be different. This time, she intended to make good on her promise.
Maggie lay there, still shaking from the images of the torture. "I don't have any diseases. I just went to the clinic. I'm clean." The girl stayed by her side, helping Maggie slowly rise to unsteady legs.
*You don't even know the meaning of the word. Now, you have been judged and sentenced… to death.*
Maggie stood up, pleading to the empty space. "No. pl-please, don't kill me. I have a daughter. I will do anything you want." She prayed that he'd have mercy; if monsters could have mercy. The girl watched from a short distance, agony swirling in her blue-gray eyes.
*I assure you, I'm not without compassion. You are roughly in the center of a 130,000-square-foot facility. You have until sunrise to find your way out of here. If you don't, your sentence will be carried out. You have only a few hours, Maggie. Go.*
The door creaked open on its own. The girl took, Maggie's hand, whispering to her "I'll help you out of here, okay?" Maggie nodded and ran as fast as she could on wrecked feet. All she wanted was to see her precious baby again.
more stuff that is ALL ME (i guess that's guy's comment really got to me, huh?" :P