"Tur jib, saktipan sin taxin hex apatex."
"Cron saktipan lon taxin."
"?Saktipan lon taxin? Semet sur logos."
"Ar."
I wake up at the sound of constant murmurs around me.
"Where am i?", i thought to myself. "What is this?"
I can feel the cold metal on my back, indicating that I am naked at the moment.
All weight is distributed throughout my body so I know that I am lying flat on a metal bed. It is like I am a test subject of some sort. I guess this is what it feels like to be an experiment. The thought of that gave me chills, so I panicked and tried standing up.
"Why can't I move my body?", I thought to myself. "Am I drugged right now?", questions started popping up from my head.
I tried opening my eyes to see where I'm at, but my eyelids are not cooperating at all. I don't know why but I just felt very tired. This feeling is undeniably unpleasant as I am not used to being helpless. I realized I was unable to do anything at the moment so instead of pushing myself to do something I am unable to do right now, I focused my senses on trying to listen to the almost inaudible sounds that I can hear around me.
They all sound gibberish, almost like Russian. It is as if I'm in an office meeting of at least ten or so people, and they heard a very absurd project proposal from their boss. But because they have no right to make a comment about it, all they could do is murmur to each other very softly.
While listening to the gibberish around me, I immediately felt a sharp pointy object pierce my thighs after which my intuition flared up, screaming danger. I was starting to get the idea that where I'm at right now is not a good place to be.
"Saktipan sin taxin, sorol teralis Garameta cromon."
I can feel the thick liquid being pumped through my veins which made me think that the object they used is a syringe. The pain that I experienced is unlike anything I've felt so far. A surge of energy quickly circulated throughout my body, that's why I tried my best to move.
"Garameta cromon, sorol."
I abruptly tried opening my eyes and immediately regretted doing that. On top of me is a giant circular spotlight that momentarily blinded my vision. "Where the fuck am I!", I shouted.
Instead of hearing a response, the murmurs grew louder and louder which made me realize that there are at least 30 or so people around me. I am being surrounded by a lot of people, probably staring at me as if I'm not a living being one of their experimental subjects.
My body is still not doing its job and I am already getting agitated. But instead of doing things out of panic, I think of ways to get myself out of the situation I'm in.
"Who are you, people? What do you want?", I asked calmly, eyes still closed. I already know that getting angry won't help me so I tried asking them politely. I have to give them the impression that I am not just a test subject, and that I am alive and have thoughts of my own. I waited for them to reply but instead, silence filled the entire room. After a while, the murmurs just continued which made me think that I am not gonna be able to get out of here alive. I tried opening my eyes again, slowly this time. I waited for my vision to adjust to the harsh light above me until I can finally see where I am at and who I am with.
Turning my head to scan everywhere, I noticed that I am in the middle of a huge circular room of some sort. Rows upon rows of seating lined the whole area, like an arena of some sort. Around me are 10 or so people, all wearing gray robes. Their faces are covered with a mask that is also gray in color. The rows upon rows of seating around me are full of people, around 100 or so, wearing the same clothing as those 10 around me. I realize that all of them are holding a knife in their right hand, and on their left was a red leather glove.
No, that was no leather glove; because when I looked closely, I could see droplets of red liquid dripping from a huge gash in their hands. Blood. Those are blood. They used their knives to slash their hands and paint their left hand with blood.
"I am in very big trouble right now", anxiety already creeping on me slowly.