[ WP ] You die and everything goes dark . Then you see a red blinking light and hear a voice : `` Hello again , Inmate 32561 . Your simulated correctional experience is now complete . Welcome back to 2236 . ''

Disclaimer: I am not the best writer. This is actually my first prompt on this subreddit. 
 
 
 The alarm went off early this morning. This is n't the first time that it's been like this, and some have begun to suspect that the master does it on purpose. 
 
 I get out of my bed, put on my cleanest clothes, and get to work. As to what I do? Anything. Well, anything that I think I should be doing. For too long I've been yelled at by the guards or the master himself. `` This dust has been here for three days, and no one has had the brains to notice it!'' `` My workstation is too damn cluttered, one of you fools clean it up!'' I do that almost always. The master does appreciate a clean workstation, and I get a bit more food in return. 
 
 But the thing is, the more I dwell down here, the more I forget. Why am I in this place? What even is this place? 
 
 And then I do n't sense the things I used to. Why does hunger not exist anymore? Nor thirst? 
 
 Even sight will be altered. I will turn around and not see the potted plant I just saw not even three minutes ago. The whole thing seemed so artificial. 
 
 And right when these thoughts came across my mind again, one of my fellow prisoners, maybe even only friend in the facility came over to me looking very excited. Her name is Quinn. 
 
 `` Sally'' she said, `` some friends of mine have an interesting proposition for you, if you do n't mind taking a listen.'' 
 
 `` Oh'' said I, `` and what might that be?'' 
 
 `` As you know, today is Thursday, and as is tradition, every third Thursday of every month, the master gets a little gift from us all.'' 
 
 I knew this well. I am the only one who really gives him anything. Chess and Dexter are the smart ones around here, so they often put together some classy speech about how great the master and his corrupt company are. What do I do? Well, I am not the one for words, so I just go to the cafeteria and do my best at making some cookies or a cake. The master definitely enjoys the speeches more, but cakes and cookies still do n't very much upset him. 
 
 `` Yeah, I know. And what are you getting him?'' said I. 
 
 `` Me? You know full well that I do n't give gifts to those who earn more for doing less.'' 
 
 `` As you should, but you know that people are watching, and one of these days your little acts of rebellion are going to catch up to you.'' 
 
 `` Then allow me to present to you my final act.'' And right after she said that, she pulled out this blueprint-like piece of paper. `` I know exactly where the master goes on these special little holidays, and therefore I know that he enjoys a little alone time in his office. I can have you serve him a drink containing a special poison that can knock him dead in about a minute.'' 
 
 `` Knock him dead? And how would you expect to get this poison?'' 
 
 `` From you.'' 
 
 `` Me?'' 
 
 `` Yes, you are the only prisoner who the master trusts. You get special access to the medicine rooms. Poraxium AD245 is what we need. You know where everything is. Meet me outside the master's office when you have it.'' 
 
 I complied, I knew it was time to be free. The guards would either thank us for doing what they could not have done, or kill us for what we have done. 
 
 I went upstairs to the infirmary, where endless halls of medicine were displayed. After, believe it or not, forty-five minutes of searching, I found it- Poraxium AD245. 
 
 I went downstairs and to the master's office door. Quinn, Chess and Dexter were waiting. 
 
 `` Alright then, drop some in the drink, Sal.'' 
 
 I dropped three drops into the glass of champagne. 
 
 `` Yeah, that's enough'' said Quinn. `` Go on in.'' 
 
 I went in, and alone and looking right at me was the master himself. His gray hair always looks grayer by the day, and he has a more saddened face by the hour. Champagne is the only thing this guy could use right now. 
 
 `` Master Williams?'' I said. 
 
 `` Yes, welcome Sally Dawson. It is always good to get visitors, even from my own prisoners.'' 
 
 `` Your gifts will be ready for you shortly, but we now would like to offer you this champagne as a token of our gratitude.'' 
 
 He looked at the glass cautiously, took it in his hand, and downed the drink. After about fifteen seconds, he gave a daze look, coughed a couple of times, and then... 
 
 Well then, he just stopped. He looked so disappointed in me. He stared at me and said one thing. 
 
 `` Oh Sally, you have really done it this time.'' 
 
 And then, darkness. Was it death? Was it a dream? No, worse. 
 
 I awaken to the blinking of a red light and the voice of a computer 
 
 `` Hello again, Inmate 32561. Your simulated correctional experience is now complete. Welcome back to 2236.'' 
 
 And then I remembered. The master, however long ago, put us in these tubes for food and drink, then gassed us into a deep sleep. This computer program, this... digital torture was his playground. We were slaves- slave turned prisoners that is. 
 
 And then when the computer finished its last sentence, nothing. The door to exit of the simulation pod is kept locked tight, and my feeding tubes have turned off. I slowly realize what is going on. I scream and scream for help to anyone- my imaginary friends, even the make believe guards. But this, I knew, was it, 
 
 This is the way the master wanted it. He wanted me to die like this. Complete darkness, no friends, no food, and barely any air. I would die in my own darkness, a girl stripped of her own free will, a human buried alive in a hard metal grave. 
 

