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Pleasant"Get up, you lazy thing. Up. Up!"
I rolled over, not wanting to wake up to that ugly face again.
"That's it!" A hand slapped across my face, leaving welts all across my cheekbones.
"Get up, you!"
My eyes popped open, oblivious to the stinging pain all across my face; this abuse wasn't new to me.
"Go get ready! The factories are opening in five minutes, and if you’re not down there, then so help me!"
Sluggishly, I pulled my body up, trying to ignore the weighted clothing that I was forced to wear. I tried my best to shoot a glaring, mean look at the official, but the best I could manage was a pathetic smirk.
"Don't you dare take those weights off!"
I hadn't even tried to take off the weights! I hated that official. I take that back; I still do.
"Finally, you're done. Now get your butt down there this second!"
His words were followed by more welts, this time on my back, as he followed me into the dark corridor. Every so often, I heard him whisper rude, cruel words to the guards we passed, and they laughed each time. Other "inmates", as I like to call them, were being trailed by their officials. We were all in a line: official, inmate, official, inmate. Inmates were being whipped every so often, and guards screamed insults over our shoulders. Suddenly, the woman in charge of it all, Officer Juno, appeared.
"Shut up!" We all followed her command, for fear that she may kill us on the spot.
"Now, all of you better listen, because the factories haven't been cleaned since 2150."
Sniffles and sobs were heard, then the spine-tingling sound of metal being drawn, and the sobs ceased.
"Today, you will be working with weapons. Building weapons. And if I see any of you doing anything except your job, I will make it my personal life goal to hunt you down. Got it?"
Mumbles of agreement were spoken by the bright white jumpsuits around me, and I guess I spoke too late for the rest of the crowd, because Officer Juno screamed.
"Harley! Corner her!"
I figured out two things through those 3 words: my officer's name was Harley, and "corner her" meant put a knife to my throat.
Pleasant, this world is. Isn’t it?