Sentenced
Chapter One
The humming noise began to become clearer; it was a clicking noise far away, and the floor seemed to vibrate. ‘Why am I on the floor?’ Elizabeth asked herself. Her head ached, she decided, it pounded in rhythm with her heart. She wanted to open her eyes, but they weren’t responding, it was like they were glued shut. She tried to suck in a breath of air but found that impossible also, something was covering her face, a mask, a hard plastic mask. She remembered now, just a flash, others screaming as the masks were pulled down, soft, hot, burning and molded to a face. They left a small hole where her mouth should be. To keep the captive alive, alive long enough to suffer the end of the sentence.