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The television in the room crackles above you as a familiar face appears on the screen. "Hello there, Iím sure youíre wondering why youíre here, and the quick answer is to helpÖ well, me."
The woman adjusts in her chair as she flashes you a smile, "I need your help to get me more of my perfume. The perfume I make, makes million of dollars you see, and I canít just stop making it because I've ran out of supplies."
Her manicured finger nails reach up to run through her dirty blonde hair. "The supply I need is inside your systems, but don't worry I've taken care of the scientific part."
A picture of the machine attached to the back of your neck appears on screen, an animated version of what happens plays as the voice over continues, "Here is my contraption, it works, trust me."
She lets out a small giggle before continuing, "What I need you to do is well quite frankly hurt yourself, or hurt one another, the way you do it, is not really of my concern."
The screen goes back to the womanís face as her once friendly smile turns into a serious glare."You must fill up the meter to 100%. You are able to do it as a team, so itís not that bad."
She shrugs, as she reveals a pile of note cards from her lap, she flip through them.
ďOnce you fill up the meter to 100 as a group, you will be set free. No strings attached.Ē
She pauses, "Besides the fact that you cannot take the machine off or your head will explode, instantly."
A smile forms on her lightly glossed lips, "Do not waste your time on trying to find a way out my friends, as you just canít do it without my help. I'm your only way out of this place, and I will take care of you, as long as you do me this one favor. Please fill up the vials!"
Evangeline had been working a long shift at the bar, and was ready to go home. She never enjoyed taking the back alley way to get to the parking lot, but one usually can't control construction they just live with it. Her feet shuffled along to her car, key in hand in case of a mugger or worse. She was a pretty tough girl, but nervous none the less. A very well dressed woman approached her, as Eva's eyes widened she questioned, "What do you want?" the woman calmly asked in reply, "Would you like to sample my perfume?" Puzzled but willing, Evangeline sniffed the perfume, and was taken back, "Wow! It's really good!" she said with a smile, nodding at the woman, "And.. this one?" As Evangeline leaned forward it, she instantly knew that this was not a sweet smelling perfume at the other end of her nose. "What the f-" her body slammed to the ground.
Awaking in what seemed to be almost like an apartment surrounded by people Evangeline was frightened. She looked down and noticed her clothes were still the same as she wore that night, a black blouse, a dark blue skinny jean, and a pair of red cowboy boots. As the television flickered on her green eyes turned to watch and her ears perked up as she listen carefully to the words being said. Her hand followed up her neck in time when the diagram as she shuttered, feeling the metal and glass tucked into her skin, dried blood around it. She tied her hair quickly into a high bun to stay out of the wounds. When the television cut off, it was replaced with a picture of a meter "Zero percent" Evangeline stated aloud and pointed to the screen. Looking around at the people around her she was scared, but knew that they could get out of this if they did it smartly.