*Gonzales's POV*
There were three loud claps, six snaps, and numerous tongue-clicks.
"Back to the closet guys! You did your job!"
The red lights went dim, the mist subsided, all the monsters went away, and I fell out of my trance. When my vision went into focus, I found myself lying flat on my back, and staring straight up at Barrel. He was standing above me, with a leg on either side of my body.
"Hello there, Gonzales," the slick man purred. "Or shall I say...my prisoner?" I slowly sat up, "Wait, woah! Prisoner?," I blurted out. "Where the hell am I?"
Barrel laughed evilly, clicking the heels of his combat boots against the floor. "Yep! Prisoner," he said, his voice sliding out of his throat like a slimy snake. He grabbed my arm, and slid me out from underneath his legs. "Get up. Now." Barrel yanked on my arm.
Afraid of getting hurt, I quickly stood up. Barrel's nails were digging into my forearm, and the friction got worse when he pinned my other arm behind my back, and dug his nails into my arm. "Now walk! Up the stairs!," he barked. Something in my head yelled at me, telling me not to do what he said. But another voice was hypnotized, and told me I had to. And that voice seemed to have the louder voice. So I moved my feet, and climbed up the stairs.
There were quite a few flights Barrel wanted me to climb. He was yakking away about nothing as he trailed behind me. It was mostly things like "I knew I would catch at least one of you bros with that security system." The one reason he stopped mumbling to himself was to bark "CLIMB THE NEXT FLIGHT!" at me.
Once we made it to a room after about ten flights of stairs, Barrel held onto both my arms with one hand, and dug through his pockets with the other hand. He pulled out a key, and unlocked the door to the room. "It's time to meet your fate, Gonzales," Barrel snickered. I started shivering. What fate?