#i apologize for the eyerape

[no-gender-only-soup]

Motivation? It's more likely then you think.

(trigger warning: mentions of blood, a little bit scary so if you get scared easily this isn't the story for you)

Your eyes opened slowly. Your head was pounding. You looked around at your surroundings, wincing slightly at how bright it was. You were in a sterile white room. There were large tiles on the floor and a set of cabinets in the corner. You stood up, knees threating to buckle. You must've been out for a long time. You walked slowly, carefully towards the cabinets. You kept looking over your shoulder. You could've sworn someone was watching you. You audibly groaned. All the cabinets had a large, heavy-duty lock on them. You punched the cabinet, immediately bruising your knuckles. You were getting frustrated quickly. You heard a whooshing sound. You turned around so fast you were worried that you'd given yourself whiplash. One of the tiles had fallen out of the floor, and fallen into who know where. You causiously crept towards the large hole left in the floor. You crouched down, peering down the hole. It was almost as if it lead to the abyss, it was so black. You carefully reached down into the void, feeling around for anything. Dark tentacle-like pieces of darkness wrapped around your hand and swiftly pulled you into the hole.

   You opened your mouth to scream, but no sounds left your body. You threw around you arms and legs hoping to catch something so you'd stop falling, but to no avail. Eventually after what seemed like a century of falling, you landed on the ground. You would think you would have some broken bones, bleeding, bruising, something! But no, you had nothing to even show the massive fall you'd taken. The room was dark, and you had to squint to see anything. There was a low grinding sound, but you didn't pay any attention to it. You looked around, but the room seemed empty, as the previous one had been. You caught a glimpse of your hand as you stood up. It wasn't bleeding as it had been just minutes before after punching the cabinets. You started walking forward, but there seemed to be no end to the dark room. You turned around slowly, still having the feeling that someone was watching you. And the back wall seemed to still be the same distance away from you as when you started. You had moved, right? You started walking towards the back wall and it got closer to you, since that's how literally anything works. You stood still, completely confused. You had been walking, right? Then it hit you what that low grinding sound that hadn't ceased from bothering you was. The back wall was moving. You felt your eyes widen as you begin to panic. You quickly spun around and began running. You had to find the door that was inevitably at the end of room. You ran for a long time, you guessed almost half an hour. Sweat had stuck your clothes to suck like a fly to fly trap paper. You stopped running for the first time and were doubled over panting. Then you saw it, much clearer then you would've before because your eyes had adjusted to the darkness. The wall. And to your heart breaking, bone shattering disappointment, there was no door. You spun around, facing the back wall. It was maybe ten minutes away from crushing you at the pace it was going. For the first time since you'd woke up you screamed. Long, loud screams that ripped your throat raw.         

Tears ran down your face in long streams as you racked your brain trying to think of what to do. You decided to try pushing the wall backwards. You ran at it, full force. It hurt like hell, and you were sure that you'd dislocated your shoulder. But you continued pushing with all your might. You screamed the whole time, sweat beading your forehead. You couldn't do this. At this point your back was pressed against the wall that was supposed to have the door. You kept pushing the moving wall. No, you couldn't die. You weren't ready. No. No. No. No! The moving wall was pressing against your stomach and you were completely flat, no longer pushing. Then, you felt the wall your back was pressed against give way any the darkness wrapped around your whole body once again.

    Now you were on a road. The kind of road that you'd see in a car commercial. A yellow stripe down the middle of a wet, black concrete slab. There were the presumed cracks in the road, but not too noticeable. The seemingly endless road was surrounded by the luscious green forest that would've been in that same car commercial. You looked around, completely unsurprised that there was no cars. You were alone once again. You didn't even bother moving from your sitting position on the ground, because it seemed everytime you moved something bad happened. You still could shake the agonizing feeling that someone was watching you. You then became aware that your shoulder was fixed, as your hand from the first room. Odd. You were quickly pulled out if your thoughts when you heard footsteps. Could this be the person that was watching you? You weren't completely sure where the footsteps had been coming from, but soon found out. A ginormous figure leaped out of the forest. It wasn't any normal figure, though. It was a creature almost as tall as a car, if the car had been up on two tires. It's face was hideously deformed, having at least twenty eyes and one giant hole of a mouth. Hundreds of rows of teeth lined it's mouth. It seemed to be a creature compiled of a bunch of different people. But it was covered in smooth, pasty skin. You would've thrown up if you had the luxury of just sitting there. You screamed while sprinting down the road. You spun, almost spraining your heel as you sprinted towards the part of the forest to your left. It was a risk, considering that was the part that the deformed creature had come out of, but you guessed that it was just you and the freak. The monster leapt after you like a gorilla. You finally reached the forest, turning to run into it, but a quick electric shock corsed through your body and you were blown backwards by a force field. You landed with a thump in a ditch. The creature soon followed suit in this cliché of a horror movie. It landed on you, clenching the sides of your face with two of its nine arms. It opened its mouth, letting out a god awful noise and sinking it's teeth into the side of your neck. It felt like a thousand needles sinking into your vains. Not painful, but not exactly fun. You wondered what possible sin you commited to deserve this amount of blood being sucked out of your body. You closed your eyes, your body had been emptied of every last gallon of blood.

     You opened your eyes. You still weren't dead? You tried to sit up, but found you were tied down in a dentist chair with leather straps. You struggled against them, but found everytime you moved they tightened. You relaxed a little, the straps still not loosening. You finally noticed the television being suspended on the ceiling above you. It read:   

'Are you ready for round two?'