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Zach was annoyed when they started playing the buzzing sound, and almost couldn't stand it. Then it became unbearable, but he didn't and wouldn't give in. He saw the others reacting vaguely the same, though he was sure he was withstanding it better than most.


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After a while Zach couldn't stand it. He stuck his fingers in his ears and watched a few others trying too hard to survive. With his fingers still in his ears, he realized that if he wiggled them he could make noise inside his ear to block out the buzzing. He could still hear it, but he certainly was determined not to give in any time soon.


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Brandon covered his ears, this was fuckin insane!!! As he continued to shake in agony, he felt something, moving his hand, he saw blood on his palm. The damn noise is making his fuckin ears bleed!!! <my own home... my own life... no more abuse... just have to be strong> he thought to himself.


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Katie felt liquid running down her cheeks. Sweat or blood? She asked herself, she covered her ears up harder. She had to not concentrate on the sound. She found the solution. Math. "4598 DIVIDED BY 4 IS 1149.5!" She screamed, "1149.5 MULTIPLIED BY 6 IS 6897!"

 

(I bet those aren't even the correct answers, I worked 'em out on paper!)


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Wiggling his fingers in his ears still didn't even block out half of the sound and made his fingers tired but he kept doing it and wasn't giving in.


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Katie couldn't take it anymore. It was too much! She pulled her hand off her ear and slammed it down on the button. "I guess this means I lose?" She asked, loudly.


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Right beside Katie's button, a tray seemed to rise out of the table. They were holding earplugs. She put them on, an they worked. Really, really well. You couldn't hear a thing.

 

Meanwhile, Charles started screaming, and pressed the button as well. The tray popped up, he grabbed the earplugs and put them in.

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Brandons ears were bleeding, popping, and HURTING! but he still didn't want to press the button. He saw there were earplugs for those who pressed the button, so in an act of desperation, he reached out, took the earplugs from Charles, and put them in. Once everything was silenced, his head fell to the desk as he shook from the ear trauma, tears falling from his face. He realized what he did. He knew it wouldn't do any good for him.


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The moment he took his fingers out of his ears out of shock that they were actually still bleeding anyway, Zach almost screamed. The sounds were unbearable. He noticed that apparently if you pressed the button you got earplugs. Apparently really good earplugs... But he didn't need them.


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Charles was leaning in his chair when Brandon grabbed his ears. "What the fuck are you doing?!" he yelled.

Brandon pulled Charlie's earplugs out of his ears and into his own. "NO!" Charles yelled. He was going to stop him, but another tray popped up, giving Charlie more earplugs.

Charles turned his head, seeing Brandon shackled in, and a transparent box descending around him. What the fuck? Charles thought.

 

Brandon sat up.

All of a sudden, shackles clamped around his wrists, he couldn't move.

Then his feet were clamped.

Immediately after, a clear, huge box came out of the ceiling. It slowly descended as it reached the ground, Brandon was trapped. He was shackled in a chair that was bolted to the ground, and there was a rectangular box surrounding him that was bulletproof.

There were no breathing holes.

The worst thing is, everybody could see him.

There was a tube that was connected to the box from the ceiling. Brandon looked up in shock and started panicking. Screaming, squirming, things like that, but no one could hear him.

A gas started coming out from the tube, filling the container. As it wrapped around Brandon, he started shaking his head, still screaming. He couldn't breathe, and he couldn't do anything about it.

It was an extremely painful five minutes before his body went limp, still shackled with the box still around him.

 

Mr. Frensique watched everything from the observation window. The first victim of the test. Mr. F. had a blank face. The situation didn't affect him.

The test was simple: you cooperated, you survived, then you might get your money. Might.

Edited by Engie (Croaks)
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Suddenly he saw Brandon shackled in his chair, trapped in a large transparent box. He had no idea why and wondered if he had broken a rule or something. Then he saw him start to choke as a gaseous poison slowly killed him. 0_0


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Pain... suffocation... fear... despair... These things were what was going through Bradons mind as he slowly died. Was this how it was? Was this his fate? Had this world not been cruel enough to him? In the last of his struggles, he realized there wasn't anything he could do. Slumping in his seat, he began to cry. He cried for his life, he cried for the sick motherfuckers who could do this to someone, he cried for the others who were still in this, he just... cried. As he felt the last few strands of life leave him, he looked up, as of through the ceiling, to the sky. <If there is a God... if you are real... take me now... I don't want to endure this anymore... I'm ready to leave... I want to see my mom again...> he thought. As his eyes slowly closed, he could've sworn he saw a light at the end of a dark tunnel... a figure waited for him... he couldn't tell who it was, but her perfume was unmistakable... hi mom...

Edited by Strong Hooves

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