I woke up in a room full of other children, some younger than me. White tape in an x over there mouths. I look at mine, and I have one too. A kid about 5 walked over to me and hugged me, he was shaking. I could feel him, he was scared. I hugged back cautiously. His tears started to stain my shirt, I ran my fingers through his untrimmed hair. I wanted to tell him it would be okay, I couldn't, he couldn't even tell me he was scared. I tried not to have tears streaming down my face. A girl older than me, around 18, ripped him off of me. She slapped him, I stood up and punched her in the face, she stood and stared at me, almost as if saying 'b*tch what did you just do?'  The kid ran over to me and clung onto me. She totally looked disregarded, her most likely brother feels safe around a different girl, that wasn't her. I wanted to stick my tongue out but again I couldn't. The door opened, we all looked over there and looked scared. It was a man with a whip in his hand and a bottle of vodka in the other. "Morning Silent Ones, your masters here" he slurred taking a gulp from the bottle. "Who's ready for today's punishment?" He asked his lips growing into sickening smirk. I held the boy close to me, as he walked farther into the room, shutting the door.