“What is your name?” The voice was harsh and metallic, automatically generated and broadcast through the speaker in the corner of the room. But Sandra hardly noticed.
“I dunno…” She slurred her words a little as she spoke, her eyes half-focused on the blank wall in front of her.
“Do you know where you are?”
“Uh… I’m… no…”
“Does that bother you?”
She paused for a second, giving the vague impression that she was at least trying to consider her response. “I don’t think so…”
“Would you like to remove your hair clip?”
“No!” Her eyes came alive and she glared at the speaker with sudden ferocity.
“That’s good. Good girl’s wear their hair clips.”
“Good girls wear th’r h’r clips…” She trailed off again as her face and mind became placid once again. The speaker clicked off, leaving her with nothing to consider but the faint vibrations echoing around her skull.
Another deeperinmypower submission.