Carried through the unknown, and finally came to light. They were in a long hallway. A lengthy and wide hallway, like a prison. Each door said a word on top of it.

“Anorexic”

“Anxiety”

“Depressed”

“Distrust”

Bam. Snap. Quiet screams could be heard. This was a bad place. On and on it went. A tall skinny man said “today is your lucky day.” A dilemma he had presented. Work for them, and get all that they had to offer. Or walk away now, and never return. Without being told where they were, or what work they were to do, all decided to stay. Fearing that if they chose out, they would be killed. But the real horror began when they were told the meaning of the signs. Each room contained a group of people who were affected by the meaning of the word. Why were they grouped? This place was used for pleasure. The skinny man told them of one of his experiences. He had never tried out anorexics before, so he gave it a shot. The skinny man had taken a great deal of pride in his physical fitness, and was delighted to discover that his body was improving in ways he had never dreamed possible. He found that his body felt more relaxed during exercise than what he had expected. In fact, it felt amazing. The boy that was pleasuring him was so light, the tall man could move him in any position with one hand. So light that, even in the positions he could not flex to, he simply broke his bones and forced him into them. By the end, the boy was dead. While he was going rough inside him from his behind, he with all his strength punched into the boy’s head, over and over and over again. He loved the sound of bones cracking. He discovered the fetish, and now indulged in it.

There were many things to wonder and be unsure of. For the love of god they wished, don’t let them become the bearers of the signs. They were pushed along. All of them were sweating, not from the cold air, but the tension and anxiety. Screams could be heard, of pleasure or pain. Crick. And of pounding. Crunch.

“You’ll be playing a game!” the man said. “Here!” he pointed to the screen with a stick. “This is your meter. As you can see, it’s at zero right now. You have to get one-hundred points, and then you will be rewarded with recruitment! You can get these points by doing jobs. Over there,” he pointed. They all turned their heads, another screen. “Over there you can choose what jobs you want to do, and depending on the job, you will be rewarded points! Some jobs might require you to travel. Remember this, you are not prisoners here, but you do have jobs, so do it and return here to sleep. You may choose the many rooms here to rest. That is all you must do, now go and do it!” Everyone began walking towards where the jobs were given, “oh wait, I forgot. Here,” he gave everyone a number of six digits. “Don’t show that to anyone, that is your access code for the jobs.” Away he walked and the others proceeded with their job.

The first one to look for jobs. A list appeared after he entered the code.

“1 pt, get 500 6-pack of beers”

“1 pt, get 1000 chocolate bars”

He scrolled down.

“3 pt, get $1,000”

“4 pt, get a laptop.”

“5 pt, get a motorbike (good condition)”

“10 pt, get a car (good condition)”

He scrolled to the bottom.

“50 pt, break 4 bones in the ‘anorexic’ room (+25 pt for each extra broken bone)”

He was shocked. How would they check? Were there cameras in the rooms? He clicked the option.

“Successfully accepted job. 24 hours remain…” the computer said.

“No! Go back! Cancel it!”

“Ask a senior to witness and doctrine your request when you are ready.”

It went to the login screen. He entered his code again.

“‘50 pt, break 4 bones in the ‘anorexic’ room (+25 pt for each extra broken bone)’ job in progress. 24 hours remain…”

“Please,” he began crying. “Cancel, please.”

“Ask a senior to witness and doctrine your request when you are ready.”