Carmen lie on her bed, fast asleep, knocked the hell out. It took her much longer than the others to wake up, she must've been a heavy sleeper! The woman's consciousness rose from the depths of her mind, a dreamless sleep, and once it surfaced to her mind, her eyes cracked open a little, the woman giving a soft, weak groan. At this point, she was still trying to make sense of the reality before her, not even realizing she was in a different place, as the cieling looked different last she recalled. Groaning gently, Carmen Chavana closed her eyes gently, still trying to summon the strength to pull her consciousness to the surface of her mind. 

It took her a few seconds, but she was eventually successful. She opened her eyes and saw her surroundings. Seeing that it was [i]not[/i] the motel she was at the last night she was awake, she knew something was up. She was hearing voices, and she saw the shadows of the others. She wasn't in her motel room, and she wasn't alone. Her mind raced... [i]what happened? Where the hell am I?[/i]

She sat up, looking around. [color=6ecff6]"Wha... what in the... fuck!?"[/color] She looked around, confused, and once again out of the many times in her life, very scared. She saw the large room around her, the isolating walls, and the prisoners there as well. Immediately, Carmen checked herself for her personal belongings, searching her black carpenter pants. No cell phone, no car keys, no handgun, no ammo. She was kidnapped, robbed, and imprisoned for the second time in her life. At this realization, she whimpered and put her face in her hands, falling back on to the bed. [color=6ecff6]"[i]Nooooo![/i] God... [i]damnit![/i]"[/color] She nearly cried. [color=6ecff6]"Not [i]again![/i] Fuuuu-uuuck!"[/color] She whimpered. [i]This cannot be happening![/i] She thought to herself, sighing heavily. [color=6ecff6]"Uugghhh!"[/color] She groaned. She remained there during the time the other prisoners were talking and searching, but by the time it all happened, she sighed and sat up. [color=6ecff6]"Man..."[/color] She groaned, getting up from the bed and stretching a bit.

She looked around, getting a sense of the surroundings, and the prisoners. She knew that the surroundings and the people captured would give her an idea of why she was here at least, this wasn't no ordinary prison cell. She was still wearing her clothes from last night, and she was in the presence of a diverse cast of other normally-clothed people. No jumpsuits. No bars. No guards, no wardens. Was she taken because of her past as a criminal? She was just released a month ago! She already paid a debt to society! Was it because of the man she murdered? Typically child rapists don't have criminal connections like that! That bastard had no friends, he lived alone and secluded from the world! Not to mention he deserved to have that .45 vent his skull... what he did to those poor kids was unimaginable. Like putting Carmen in a cell without any trial, explanation or even reading her rights for that matter! This was bogus on so many levels.

Carmen looked among the surroundings. Silent room... concret walls, creepy lighting. Standard, yet uncomfortable furniture... a cracked and broken TV up at the back wall. Metal table, no doors. That's right, [i]no doors.[/i] How the hell did she get inside of this room then? How did anyone get inside of this room? Was she in purgatory? She promised to the good lord above that she'll try to redeem herself! Was this some kind of cruel joke from the divines? No, don't think about it. Find out what's happening... save these thoughts for later.

She looked among the prisoners and sighed. [color=6ecff6]"Can any of you assholes tell me what the fuck is going on here? This better not be some sick joke or a prank or... those 'social experiments' those assholes on the Internet call them!"[/color] She shouted. It was quite obvious that she was angry, though if someone were to look a little deeper, it was her fear that fueled the said anger.