We'll Let The Fires Just Bathe Us

“GET UP! THREES MEET IN THE COMPOUND.”
I sighed as I stood and lazily did my bed as usual. A meeting in the compound could mean several things. They may kill some of us, after all we are over capacity, they may switch us to different groups, four could always use more people, or they may be taking some of us to a different camp, you never know. As usual, I rushed through the bathroom and stood in the line in the compound. Some people whispered to each other but I didn’t dare move. Keep your head down, that’s how you survive. The Commander stood in front of us, he was the one in charge.
“You will be given a number. If you are a one, you will be loaded into a truck and sent to the market to be bought. If you are a two, you will continue to breakfast. If you are a three, you will line up over there.” He said, before pointing to a small building. My blood ran cold. That’s where they slaughtered humans to feed the camp. Grim I know. Five guards started down the line, my nerves growing as they got closer. All I could hope for was anything but a three. I watched people’s faces and could tell who were the ones and twos by their relieved expressions and who were the threes by their terrified ones. A guard put a two on the person next to me and that’s when I knew I’d be a three. He grabbed my hand and drew half of a three, but then looked down at my face. His brows furrowed when he studied my features.
“Commander.” He spoke.

Great

“It is supposed to be a three, but look how attractive it is. I think we should take it to the market.” He explained. I glared when he referred to me as ‘it’. The Commander approached us and inspected me. He grabbed my chin and tilted it up and around checking my face and neck. He circled me, running his hands down my arms, legs, and back.
“Good call Flyzik. Make it a one. There’s got to be some bastard rich off his daddy’s money who will want this one. Call ahead and let them know to prepare for” He grabbed my arm and read my tattoo, “6782”
The man apparently named Flyzik rubbed the mark off and put a one. I was loaded onto the truck with everyone else in cramped conditions. It was so tight that you couldn’t sit, you were pressed up against everybody else making it hard to get a breath.
I don’t know how long it was but when the truck finally stopped and they opened the door, it was dark. We were greeted with new guards which were assigned one one of us. A big one came up to me and grabbed my arm. I tried to jerk it back but I didn’t have a shot in hell considering he was a demon and had been properly fed all his life.
“Ohh we’ve got a fighter.” He chuckled. I glared at him in response. He lead me inside a beautiful building that must’ve been a fancy hotel. We walked into an elevator and he pushed the button to go to the eightieth floor. I’d heard about hotels and elevators by eavesdropping on the guards but I’d never been in one so when I felt the floor move, I pressed against the wall and grabbed the handlebars for dear life. The guard laughed at me but I didn’t really care because the fucking floor was moving. The doors opened and I sprang out of the thing. The guard chuckled again but he didn’t say anything as he lead me through the halls. He stopped in front of room number 6782, same number as the one on my arm, pulled out a key and unlocked it. We walked into a beautiful room with a huge bed, a t.v., and a master bathroom.
“You’ll stay here the night. Take a bath and someone will send dinner up in two hours. Make sure you get some rest. Tomorrow you should be up and ready to go at nine. There is sleepwear and clothes for tomorrow in the wardrobe. If you aren’t sold tomorrow, you’ll be brought back here though with a body like yours, I doubt you’ll ever see this room again.” He said licking his lips.
“With a face like yours, I doubt you’d ever see a body like mine.” I replied back, my voice scratchy from not using it for so long. He chuckled and shook his head.
“I’ll have to tell them to put you with the spunky ones because damn you’ve got spirit.” He grinned, patting my arm before leaving. I stared at the door for a few seconds after he left. This was the first time in my entire life that I’d actually been safe, at least for the moment. Until tomorrow, I wouldn’t have to worry about anyone beating me to death just because I wasn’t standing up straight. I didn’t have to worry about being shot for accidentally going out of bounds. I didn’t have to worry about whether I was going to make it to dinner. I sighed and moved to the bathroom and holy shit.

There was a mirror.

I’d never seen my reflection before. The bathrooms at the camp didn’t have mirrors. My jaw fell ajar. I didn't know what all the fuss was about, I wasn't that impressed with my appearance. I really just looked like a skeleton with skin stretched over it but then again, that's probably what they like. My cheeks were sunken in and I had bags under my eyes, both probably from the malnutrition and lack of sleep, but besides that I had dark brown eyes and messy brown hair with light brown and gold highlights. I had a bit of scruff on my face but the guards shaved the guys once a week so we didn’t end up with beards.Besides I didn’t grow too much anyway as I was only nineteen. I looked around, hoping to find a razor, not to shave but to hide on my person as a weapon but no such luck. They’d probably thought of that. I sighed and moved over to the shower, turning it on. I was excited to see that it had a hot setting. I’d always had cold showers, not warm ones. I dropped my old, dirty, ripped rags and washed myself with sweet smelling soap very slowly and thoroughly. I’d never had a long shower either.
I got out after standing under the water for twenty minutes longer than necessary and wrapped myself in one of the soft fluffy towels provided. After drying myself off, I walked over to the wardrobe with the towel around my waist and opened it. Everything was black. There were black skinny jeans with what looked like a tight-fitting shirt for tomorrow and black sweatpants with a loose, soft, black T-Shirt. I put on the clothes and smiled because of how soft and warm they were. A knock at the door caused me to open it and a human stood before me, hold a tray of actually edible looking food.
“Thanks” I mumbled, taking it from them and shutting it. I sat down with it on the bed (which was unbelievably comfortable) and started eating. I didn’t bother with the t.v. since I didn’t know how to use it. It took me about two minutes to eat because it was so good and I was so hungry. I didn’t know what it was, some kind of meat with rice and these green things that were about an inch long with tiny beans inside but they were good. There wasn’t a lot of it but that may have been a good thing since my stomach had probably grown small and probably wouldn’t have been able to handle a lot of food. After eating, I collapsed onto the bed, completely exhausted.

Notes

Title Cred: Do You Want Me (Dead?) by All Time Low

Yeah this chapter is shitty but I've written six chapters in advance and it starts getting interesting so just hang on