Stacey
I notice a timer on the handcuff that slower ticks before finally releasing, along with the metal door that clunked and clicked as it slowly opened. “Contestants, food and drinks will be served in the dining area,” the robotic voice booms through the speaker. As soon as my wrist is free, I jump off of the bed, rushing for the door to find Gemma and Megan standing unnerved in the hall.
Gemma has her own sports bra and leggings on similar to mine, but hers has a pink colour with her name. Her fringe fans her small face with bright brown eyes and slender build as she rushes towards me pulling me into a hug, her hair swishes in her ponytail. “Thank the goddess you're alright. I called and called for you, but you never answered,” she whispers, her heart vibrating in her chest. I squeeze her tighter, feeling my own nerves soothe at her light floral scent. “Yeah, I’m fine. They just took me back to my room,” I whisper, trying to reassure her. When I look over her shoulder, I see Mega
