(In this story, you are Yunalesca.)
Calm. My eyes are closed. I am resting, but hear the door creak open. It shocks me, but I act as though I hadn't noticed. It has to have been at least one month since I was imprisoned. I haven't seen anyone since. I've just been locked in this room, where food sometimes slides under the door. I have been wondering who it is that leaves it here, it is always spongy, and cold. This room has been so dark, and murky. My thin bedsheets have stains on them. In fact, stains are everywhere. Red stains.
I feel a tap on my shoulder, sudden, and rough. Should I respond? For what I know it could just be of my imagination... I hear a voice, as well. It is growly and unpleasant.
"Get up, you have a lot of work to do."
I turn, its face looks as though it had been a punishment. So disfigured, crude, and dead. I dare not ask why. Fearing any penalty, I get up. As I inspect closer, it seems neither man nor woman. Its height looms over the shadows. This thing seems tired. It speaks,
"Hey. How old are you?"
"19.."
"I see, well follow me. If you don't, I'll drag you, got it?"
I start to shake. Too afraid to anger it, I listen.
"Yes..."
"Follow."
I do as it says, and follow it out of the room. I find myself in a large area, with thousands of doors to rooms much like my own. As I continue to follow, we approach a door to outside. I hear screaming coming from beyond the door. I stiffen up, tears slowly creeping out of my eyes. I try to hide it as best as I can. It opens the door and for as far as I can see, men and women from all different races, being tortured. Blood, sweat, and tears everywhere I look. It's.. horrid. The stench unbearable as well. The thing opens its "mouth",
"Your job is to stay out of my way."
It then pushed me in and locked the doors. I felt my arm being pulled to one of the "stations". Tools I don't know the names of laid across the table. I blinked and then was strapped up. Before I could even notice, blood. The pain, seemed.. amplified. It lasted hours and hours on end. I See these poor people screaming in pain, I joined them. It was total chaos. Then, I heard a loud bell. I was pushed to the door by air. Then through the hall, and in my room.
It's quiet now. Quiet, and still. I try not to infect my bleeding limbs, while some food slides under the door. I eat as much as I can before I gag. Something on my dish was moving.