Captured

Captured, with no hope of escape, do you give up your friends? Or do you struggle on?

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“Come on sweetie, give up the location of your friends, and I’ll let you keep most of your free will.” The authoritative figure before you smiled sweetly as you looked up at them. They didn’t look like what you had expected. The bright clothes, and warm smile were… Off-putting.

“Fu-fuck you.” You wouldn’t give up your friends. You couldn’t. As far as you all knew, you were all that was left outside of the Control’s system.

Your captor feigned a hurt look. “Oh, come now. It’s not so bad, giving in. I promise.”

They ran a hand under your chin, pulling your head up, examining you. You strained against the restraints, holding you in the chair. “And you all give in eventually. It’s just a question of what state you’re in when you do. Some are pretty much as they were.”

They smiled, that sickly sweet smile. Were they enjoying this? “Others are reduced. No willpower. No thoughts. You’ve met the drones, haven’t you? Enhanced humans, completely loyal. Completely obedient to the Control. Which would you like to be? A slave? Or a drone?”

“Piss off.” It was all you could think to say.

They rolled their eyes. “Really? What have I done to offend? Just breathe. Relax. You might as well. You’ll be here for a while.”

You snorted, then took a deep breath in, and felt a small wave of relaxation wash over you.

They were right. No one had escaped a Control lab, and you had no doubt that that was where you were. They smiled, softly, warmly. It was nice to see a happy face, after so long spent in misery. “That’s it. Just breathe in deep for me, and tell me. Where are the rest of you?”

You took another breath in, and felt your resolve weaken. Would it be so bad to be reunited with your friends? Maybe you could all work out a plan to escape, together. You opened your mouth. “The old subway tunnels. Peaking junction.” Just like that. It was done.

Their smile widened. “I see, you wanted to retain some free will, huh? That’s a good toy.” They pulled something out of a pocket. “I think I’ll keep you for myself, would you like that?” They shrugged. “You will.” The needle flashed, and with a prick, your consciousness faded.