From the top bunk opposite of the kid's position, a man in equally clean scrubs lounged on the mattress, though an annoyed expression took his features. He pushed himself up to inspect the first person awake, aside from himself of course, with a displeased look. He didn't know the boy, but it was obvious he wasn't human, none of them in here were.

Then, a female voice spoke up from the same bunk and a stupid smile played on his face. The cute lil blonde, perfect. He cleared his throat. "Good morning, sunshines!"

Her last memory was her sentencing in the cold walls of the court. Someone had pissed her off, she manipulated them into suicide, and was caught. She can't recall the exact details of her sentence, but when she is harshly awoken to the sounds of a boy banging on a door and yelling, Alexa has a feeling that this isn't a normal prison. Part of her wants to roll over and go back to sleep, because fuck, her head is pounding. They must have drugged her or something, the holes in her memory aren't natural. But he's being too loud, waking everyone up--there's no way she'll ever get back to sleep with this commotion. Her eyes adjust to the dim lighting of the room, the only source coming from fluorescent lights on the walls in the corner. She notices that she is on a bottom bunk bed, glancing around and seeing similar bunks with stirring bodies. Throwing her legs over the bed, her feet make contact with the icy cold tile and that is when she sees that her somewhat promiscuous clothing has been swapped out for blue scrubs. Muttering something about how this outfit isn't very cute, she stands up slowly and approaches the boy, who still pounds on the doors.

"You just woke up everyone up, you know," Alexa rubs her eyes and says groggily. "I don't think anyone is going to answer."

Slamming the flats of his palms against the door, he continued calling out until a sultry female barked at him that it was enough. Slowly turning his head, he watched the woman struggle to leave her bed before being greeted by a homeless man covered in tattoos. "We don't even know if it's morning." He groaned before crossing his arms to turn to a youthful brunette, "Good, they should be up. Am I the only one who didn't get the memo? Where the hell are we, huh? Why is no one else freaking out?" Anxiously pacing about, his eyes bolted around to search for a vent or a secret door - maybe even a hidden window of some sort. Instead, all he could see was the two locked double doors that hadn't even dented.

The blonde straightened herself up and glared at the older man nestled in a top bunk. "You look tasty." Nadia pursed her her lips his way and kissed the air, then let her tongue lather her lips in a thin layer of saliva. Eyes shot to the man and woman, both rather young but she didn't mind in the slightest. They all seemed like they could grow on her as play things, "Oh, pet, this is like a vacation. Why would you ever want to leave? We even have our own beds."

Waking up to find himself on a rather uncomfortable bed was not exactly something pleasing. He was accustomed to his bed. The one that felt like he was floating on clouds. This was far too firm for his tastes and it soured his already foul mood from being woken up to a series of loud noises. Blinking away the sleep from his eyes, Eric took in the frame above him. What? Gingerly sitting up to avoid hitting his head Eric sighed loudly at the noise above him. Someone was far too cheery. The fabric of clothing against his skin felt smoother, lighter than the layers he usually wore. Glancing down he discovered he was in scrubs. Irritably he tugged at the fabric as though it had done something against him personally. Being on his person instead of the higher quality clothes he preferred was offense enough.

Rising from the bed, ignoring the cold that seeped into him as he made contact with the floor, Eric turned to see who he had been bunked with. Arching a brow at the man who had seemed to not be reacting poorly to their new location, not like that kid across the room that had been beating at the door. Glad the lady could get him to stop that infernal racket. "Morning Sunshine." His tone dry as he returned the man's original greeting. Glancing over at the blonde who seemed to have something wrong with her. Tasty? How did the tattooed man look tasty? "This is most certainly not like a vacation." Who vacationed in cheap scrubs and slept on bunk beds. What kind of vacation was that supposed to be?

Everyone was waking up, but not the way he would've liked - one by one and not causing a scene. After all, he didn't; though, to be fair, he wasn't sure if he was actually trapped in a room or if it was another trip from those weird pills he indulged in when he wasn't working, but when there wasn't any naked women, he had to assume it was real much to his displeasure.

At least the blonde took notice of him, even if she did make creepy seductive gestures and he wasn't sure whether to be scared or turned on. Thankfully, a man regular looking being returned his greeting and he tossed a smile his way before sitting up from his lying position to sit on the edge of the bed and let his feet dangle, swinging them like a bored child. "Not enough beach and women to be any vacation I'd want."

Murphy had no intention of taking control of the situation, but rather watched as the younger ones of the group conversed. Then, turned to the others. "So. You guys got names?"

A few others have risen from their beds after being woken up by the racket: two men who are a little older, and a young perky blonde. The blonde seems kinky, calling one of the men "pet." It is a little weird but also slightly turns her on. One of the men asks for their names. "Alexa," she introduces herself to him. She hasn't determined whether these people are trustworthy or not. Probably not, but at the moment, they are in this fucked up situation together, and it's just a name.

The wooden doors abruptly open, with four men in white lab coats emerging from the dark corridor beyond the doorway. "Well, looks like you got their attention," she says to the boy who she first talked with. The men surround her, two of them grabbing her arms roughly. "Wait, what the fuck are you doing?"

They don't answer. One of the men simply withdraws a syringe and plunges it into her neck, causing her body to feel heavy and go limp. Without a word to the other prisoners, they leave the room, escorting her to a lab.

"Well no shit we all have names. The name's Reece. What else would we want to be called? " Eyes shot to the blonde and he snickered, "Pet?" She rolled her eyes and gave a smile his way. The brunette chimed in with her name, Alexa, a rather beautiful name for a lovely lady. Girl was out of his league anyway, eh. "Yeah, I did. What are we doing here? Helloooo?" They refused to respond, instead deciding to reveal a syringe and jab the tip into Alexa's neck. "Hey! What the hell are you doing with her?" He barked their way as he tried to bolt through the doors only for them to slam shut before he could get far. Fuck. What was going on here? "Kitten is off to go to the grocery store." The blonde softly sang, beginning to twirl about the room and giggle. Eyes widened before he finally looked to the door and started to bang on it again. "Let me out of here! I'm not crazy!"

With an amused huff Eric shook his head at the man. They seemed to be close in age, at least there was someone who wouldn't be so annoying. The youth drained him with their 'know-it-all attitudes'. "Eric." He offered up when prompted for a name, though now he looked over at the to examine the two by the door. The girl had given a name, while the boy had only offered a sarcastic comment. Rolling his eyes at the mouth on the younger man Eric raised a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.

Between the bright walls and the little punk grating at his nerves. Oh boy did he want to rid himself of the problems. Suddenly the doors the younger man had been banging on opened. It all happened so quickly it felt surreal. One moment the girl was here the next she had been dragged out by the two men in lab coats. Shame the other two hadn't grabbed hold of the loud mouth. The blonde started singing. Clearly far from stable. At least he wasn't the only one who thought so. Unfortunately he didn't care for how the man showed his distaste for being kept with a crazy person. "Enough of that! They aren't going to come every time you bang on that door."

She awakens once again in a room colder than the one before. Maybe she's colder because she has less clothes on--they've stripped her from the clean scrubs, so she wears nothing but her underwear. Her wrists and ankles strapped to a table, and the four men from before study her intently. "You sick fucks, you just had to strip me didn't you? Fucking pervs," she spits at them. Perhaps that was the wrong thing to say to the people holding her captive. They don't say a word to her, they simply press a button that causes thousands of volts of electricity to flow through her body. The pain is indescribable. She can't help but scream, and her screams are loud enough to resonate all the way to the dormitories.

For a brief moment, the situation drew parallels to a time in his past life - a vague memory to a summer camp - and having to learn who everyone was and pretending to give a shit. The girl was first and the name stuck for a good two seconds before being forgotten as soon as the older man gave his name, which was also promptly forgotten. The boy, however, decided to be a little shithead and grace him with a snarky remark rather to which Murphy squinted at him from atop his high bunk and considered what the chances were that he could get away with offering the kid to whoever was holding them here in exchange for his freedom.

The chance to sling a comment back was lost the moment the doors opened and Murphy straightened up, surprised. In a flash, they claimed the girl and drug her limp body from the room, doors sliding back into place, and then she was simply gone. Murphy scowled at the boy who continued to fruitlessly pound on the doors until a scream echoed from beyond and made itself at home in their bones. It was blood-curdling and he almost winced at the sound of it. "Well, that's one down," he added lowly. Though, he didn't want to see anyone else being dragged away (except for maybe that smart-mouthed brat), he did want answers. "I doubt someone would, but it'd be nice if someone did come back to tell us what the fuck is going on. Satan's gonna be pissed I didn't meet my quota this week." Except, was it even a week? Was it a day? A few hours? He remembered last being in the van after being found guilty for public intoxication again and transported to... to... somewhere, but he couldn't recall where.

The sound of a high pitched scream awoke the redhead, she shot straight up in her position in a bottom bunk and slowly crawled out of bed. Her head felt heavy and she felt blinded by the bright lights clinging to the walls that lit the otherwise dim room. Meeting with the floor, she slumped over before straightening her back then immediately taking note of the odd attire. Blue scrubs? She wrinkled her nose at the sight, fingers prying it away from her skin only to snap back. Instead of announcing that she was awake like the others, she slowly crept them and examined the scene in order to try and understand what was happening. Top row of teeth collided with her bottom lip as the screams continued, making her frown and her face grow red. What was happening? Only flashes came to her, protesting with several other factions and then a building erupted in flames. The running, the panting, then being tackled into the pavement. Fingers reached up to where she had smacked her forehead bloody only to find it had been reduced to a scab and a rather pale bruise. The rest was a blur of images that was incomprehensible, even trying to think of anything past smacking her head in was difficult.

Feeling woozy, the girl attempted to approach the group only to weakly collapse onto the ground. Without a full moon, she was rendered useless and better off dead in her human form.


Green eyes narrowed at the man yelling at him, what else was he supposed to do? Wait for him to be next on the torture list and end up like poor Alexa, the thought made him grimace. That's not how he wanted to end up, not like his Dhampir brethren who had been gifted such an unfortunate circumstance. "If we get them to open the door, we could all run for it." Reece angrily spat to the older man, wondering why they were so easy to give up and let these strangers decide their fate. A thud surprised him and he jumped up to see a young red haired girl sprawled about on the ground. The blonde woman, who had yet to introduce herself, skipped over to her then got onto her knees beside her. Long, slender fingers stroked the redhead's locks as she whistled a lively tune for the girl. An eyebrow was cocked at the woman's activities but he shrugged it off as nothing important and looked to the door, examining it and trying to locate a weakness.

"Like you did so well last time?" He countered huffing at the imprudence of the young man. Arguing with his elders like he knew better. Drawing them back in here wouldn't accomplish anything. No. They would all just meet their end all the sooner for it. The scream sent a chill through him. It was one thing to be on the side that caused the screams. Another to be stuck in a room listening to someone else meet their doom. The tattooed man commented on the screams and he found himself nodding in agreement. Doing a double take as the man mentioned Satan. Really now. Interesting information to have.

Before he could make a comment on the matter a 'thud' drew his attention and Eric frowned down at the fallen girl. Having missed her creeping up on them in the first place. The blonde did little more than pet her. She had to have something wrong in the head. Eric wasn't about to get any closer to the other prisoners. He couldn't even remember getting here in the first place, so why should he really bother with the other people?Turning to look at the man on the bunk, "You never gave your name." Moving back to the previous topic, before the young girl fell. His eyes drifted down to the pillow from his bunk, darting over to the fallen girl. Sighing he snatched the item up, "Blondie, here." he called before tossing the item over. There. Good deed of the day done.

Alexa has never experienced pain so severe. It feels like they have been torturing her for hours even though it has been mere minutes. When they finally stop the flow of electricity, she knows that this isn't the end. This is just the beginning. She wants to ask what is happening, why they are doing this to her, who they are, but she fears that opening her mouth again will result in more torture. Her head is light, her muscles are weak--for all she knows, this is where she is going to die. Fuck, she would take regular prison over this any day. One of the scientists approaches her with a dagger.

"Oh no, please don't," warm tears drip down from her eyes. She hates looking weak, but she can't help it at this point. It's strange how they have not said a single word throughout this entire experience. The scientist digs the blade into the palms of her hand one at a time, using enough pressure to create a decent-sized gash. Blood drips down from her hands onto the floor, the crimson color of the liquid contrasting the pearly white color of the tile. Another scientist walks up with a container labeled "Hydraulic Liquid". She has a bad feeling about what they are going to do with that.

Unfortunately, she is correct. The liquid is poured into her wounds along with some salt, and it's the worst pain she's ever felt. Even worse than the electrocution. Alexa screams again, the terrible pain causing her to finally black out in pain. Satisfied with their work, the scientists untie her, dress her in the scrubs once more, then carry her unconscious body back to the room. They open the doors and throw her in, exiting before any of the prisoners have a chance to attack.

Nadia's fingers tightened the grip on the pillow tossed to her by an older man, "Thank you, pet." She softly sang before continuing to hum and stuffing the young girl's head atop it. Messed auburn hair framed her youthful face, she had skin like porcelain that Nadia just wanted to sink her teeth in. Lovely girl she was, her fingers softly brushed along her cheekbones. "Lovely girl you are," The blonde whispered softly as she hovered over her tiny frame. She dreamed in the dead of the night to shove the fluffed pillow over that pretty little face and watch her squirm. That tiny figure of hers didn't seem like it would put up much of a fight, it seemed though that she'd tried once before as she took note of the pale bruises covering her pale skin. Taking a whiff of her body odor, she deduced that it was a wolfie. Ah, sweet little wolfie. Before lowering her head down to the young girl's lips to have a taste, the doors flew open and a body was tossed in causing her to hiss. "Oh another pet to play with!" Eyes glistened at the sight, she perked up and ran over to the brunette then dragged her by the arm towards the redhead who was beginning to come to.

Upon seeing a few of the other girls in the beds in their dormitory hadn't awakened yet, Nadia dragged each - one by one - out of their bunks and towards the redheaded girl. By the door, Reece rolled his eyes and secretly hoped this "Eric" would be next along with the strange tattooed man. The sight of the beautiful blonde dragging the brunette her way was rather odd to him and he approached her growing collection of girls. "Uh, what are you doing?" He bit his lip as he examined the scene and felt rather uneasy. Not only at the fact the woman was starting to pile up on a bunch of young women but also the lack of worry from the other conscious men within the room.