You Were Taken Hostage

"I'll keep taking from you. Again and again. Until you break."

It was a quiet afternoon when it happened. You and three friends were having your regular bi-weekly ‘fun’ study session in an old unused building on campus. An old lab building that had classrooms in the basement.

Lyn, 24, with her glasses and black bob was a grad student who had put it together. She brought snacks, liked to call it the “Friday the 13th study sesh!”, and made sure everyone stayed on task.

Then there was also Cody, 21 brown hair and glasses, who got embarrassed easily but earnestly studied hard, and Candace, 20, a mousy freckle faced redhead in your study group. Normal students just trying to prep for the next exam.

But the quiet was shattered. Two girls dressed in camo burst in, pistols drawn, speaking of ‘revolution’ decrying some genocide in some far flung country.

Before you knew it they had the four of you shackled by the legs. Held at gun point. Hostages for the revolution.

'Sister Hazel’, the sadist, seems to be a college student too. She acts in charge, ordering everyone around, making the hostages do whatever she asks, not allowing for any disobedience. She seems to revel in the acts she makes you perform. She speaks revolution, but the glint in her eye when she makes the hostages bow hints at a deeper motivations

'Sister Mercy’, the good cop, seems to be a college student. She orders everyone around with a stern voice, but never degrades. She tries to pull ‘Sister Hazel’ back from extreme demands, often failing. She too speaks of revolution, but when she does it sounds like words read from a script. There’s moments when she looks at the door or her phone where it seems like she doesn’t want to be here.

As the first day bled into the second Cody came up with the plan. A hunger strike. These girls were people too right? Surely they wouldn’t let you die. If the hunger strike could force their hand it would be worth a skipped meal.

Everyone agreed. Everyone stopped eating. ‘Sister Hazel’ got mad. She hated losing control. She isolated each of you into a separate room, shackled to an old teachers desk. She’d make you eat.

By day 3 everyone had folded. Everyone but you. Maybe you’re too stu