Blood dripped down from my arms to my legs. I was bound to a pole in an empty room with nothing but a mirror to look at. They were there though, they were listening. I would confess but I didn't know what I did or why I'm here. I was screaming and thrashing trying to break free, but for what reason?
"I know your there listeners, but for what purpose? Are you using me or I am I already used? ANSWER ME!"
The speakers squeaked and a harsh, deep voice called to me.
"We are not using you, you are just a toy in our game. Use the gun to shot the glass or shot yourself to not see the terrible truth."
"THAT'S NOT AN ANSWER!"
"Your choice."
I was untied and I grabbed the gun ready to shot the glass, wishing I shot myself.