<strong>A Dream Room, 3rd level basement</strong><br/><br/>"As if I'm going to tell you," the girl said, "Are you with the people who told me I won a tropical vacation only to be brought wherever here is!? Where am I, what is this place, and what do you people want with me? I just want to go home!"<br/><br/>She looked around the padded room frantically until she saw the outline of a door behind Richard. She couldn't tell if he was another prisoner like her or one of her kidnappers but she certainly didn't trust him. Three nights of hearing the horrible noises had her nerves on the raw ends. To be told she won something and then be brought to this horrible place and locked up, it was simply too much.<br/><br/>"I'm an American! I have rights! I demand to be taken to an embassy now!"<br/><br/>She didn't like the looks of the guy in front of her, he looked sneaky but weak, and way too much like a pretty boy for her tastes. He probably listened to boy bands and never heard of anything cool like Motorhead. The dark eyed girl walked forward and pushed Richard on the chest, as she had a surprisingly strong arm. If she made it to the door she would find it sealed tight. Her hands would ball into fists and bang at the padding.<br/><br/>"Hey, let me out of here!"<br/><br/>From each corner of the room along the ceiling there was a shiny screen sticking out ever so slightly from the padding. The camera's were rolling and Richard was being tested.<br/><br/>---------------------------<br/><strong>A Screening Room</strong><br/><br/>In another room Maria sat back in a comfy office chair and lit cigarette.  She was amazed at how charitable she could be given the recent shortage of high quality subjects. Smoke billowed about the camera room as she watched her step grandson on the big screen. It was time to see what he was capable of.<br/>