Lizzy blinked rapidly as the room came into view again, her ears picking up on the strange monotonous sound. She glanced around, seeing the equipment with its leads, and frowned, not liking where this was going. She had been aware...aware of the sounds in the room while it had been dark...and there had been none. Just when had the cable been attached to her arm? And why hadn't she felt it happening? She shuddered, am icy finger running along her spine. No...this just was not right! It had happened right under her nose and she had been none the wiser. The thought brought with it a cold chill. Her body responding with goose bumps. They had found her Achilles heel...the one thing that brought fear into her soul. Loss of control.
Just the slightest flinch came with the echoing report of the gunshot from outside her room, her eyes shifting to the door while wondering what had spurned such a demise. Not that it mattered, at least she was still alive. For now. She touched her arm lightly, not daring to pull at the cord which ran from it. What was its purpose? Was it for monitoring or murder? Her eyes lifted and she looked into the camera.
As the sound behind her hummed and the next question was asked, she nodded her head, pushing back her fear. "I do. I do want to live," she said confidently. "...but not in this room. Not like this. There must be something you want from me. Tell me how to earn the right to exit." She continued to stare into the lens, waiting and hoping for an answer. She had learned one thing...there were others...and one of them had failed the test. How many more were here with her, and who would be next to die?