I woke up to a bright light shining in my eyes. There was a man dangling a flashlight back and forth about 2 feet away from me. The man was tall and skinny and he had creepy smile that stretched across his face. His red eyes glared at me as I squirmed about in my chair wandering where I was. I looked up and saw a crumbly ceiling made out of cement. It looked old and worn down. To my sides were some walls that met the ceiling to make a small square room with one door and no windows. I was able to see something written through the glass square on the door. It was inverted because I was looking at it from the inside of the room but I was pretty sure it said “Room 17”. There was a light in the ceiling right above my head that dimly light the room. It flickered on and off at a random pace and every time it went out the room went pitch black. As it came back on I was able to see the man staring right into my eyes. There was a small table sitting in the corner of the room. It had wheels on on the bottom and as the man slid the table towards me I watched the cob webs rip from the wheels and fall to the floor. As he walked towards me, he stepped on the webs, crushing them with his black leather boot and leaving nothing but a few remnants scattered across the cold cement floor. It was only then that I realized my arms were strapped into the chair.

I began to panic in my head but didn’t let it show. I noticed that I was barefoot and my feet were not strapped into anything. But it didn’t matter because I could hardly move them anyways. There was a big gash in my right leg and a bump next to it that stuck out. I could tell there was something under the skin because I could faintly see a red light flashing through my skin. It looked painful but I couldn’t feel my leg. I looked up again and noticed that the creepy man had sat down in a chair on the other side of the table. He cleared his throat and I thought he was going to finally speak but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t make a sound. He never did and I was unsure if he ever would. Finally I opened my mouth and said “who are you?” “Where am I?” “What did you put in my leg?” His smile disappeared as if he hadn’t wanted me to realize he had placed something in my leg but it quickly reappeared as he stood up. He walked over to my side of the table and pulled on the handle of the table’s drawer. It got stuck after he slid it abut half way open so he pulled harder. It flew out of the table and fell on the floor next to my feet. Knives poured out of it along with other medical tools that looked old, dirty, and jagged. I quickly stepped on one of the knives with my bare foot and I felt the pressure of the blade cut into my foot. I kept a straight face so he wouldn’t suspect anything. He began picking up the knives behind me first. As he bent down behind my chair I quickly pulled the knife up off the floor with my feet and set it in my right hand. I immediately put my foot back down to cover the blood on the floor. Slowly and carefully I cut the rope attached to my right hand and could feel the yellow wire tearing. Right before I finished cutting through it I stopped so he wouldn’t see that it had come off. I did the same to the left side as he continued retrieving the dozens of knives behind me. I left the ropes weak enough to break through them for when I needed to. A few seconds later he walked to the front of me and picked up the last knife besides of the one I had. His eyes shot down and he saw the blood that oozed out of my foot and stained the floor. He took one of the dull jagged knives out of his hand and held it towards me. He motioned for me to lift my foot. I let him get a little closer to me so that he was in my range. I lifted my foot but at the same time I let out an ear piercing scream and lunged at him with the knife in my hand. But it didn’t work.

The ropes didn’t break as I planned. Only the left rope broke and so the knife flew into the air and stuck into the ceiling. He smirked a little but I knew he was even angrier now. He took out a bigger knife than the one he was holding and he put the other one on the table. He slowly inched towards me as he pondered what spot of my body he would pierce. His arm shot down full force and at the same time I send my leg flying through the air. I kicked him square in the face and I felt a few of his teeth shatter as he flaw back into the wall. He fell to the floor and laid there unconscious. I swung my left arm over to the table with the knife on it. The rope unraveled and hung off the arm of the chair. I picked the knife up and cut the rope from my right arm. I tried to stand up but I fell to my knees and crawled toward the door. I reached for the door knob and turned it. The door easily creaked open. I rested for a minute and then gathered the strength to stand up. I hobbled into the room but I heard the man get up. He walked towards me and pointed a remote at me. He pressed the button and I felt the object in my leg inject me with something. I began to feel drowsy. I took the knife from my hand and threw it at him as hard as I possibly could. He keeled over and a few seconds later completely collapsed on the floor. I could feel myself getting weaker by the second. I slammed the door shut to separate me from the monster and I heard the knife fall from the ceiling and clang against the ground. The next thing I knew I was on the floor. I thought I died because everything went black.

Finally I awoke. I was sitting in a chair in the middle of a room just as before. The room was small and almost empty just as before. There was a strange man staring at me just as before. Everything was the exact same except one thing. As I peered through the glass square on the door I was able to make out something written there; “Room 16”.