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lucky, a simple binding of the mouth was used, but for the ones that were not so lucky, which were most, they would immobilize your lips by sewing them shut.
There were other methods they enjoyed using depending on how sadistic the Keeper was. A caught liar or traitor to the regime would have his tongue removed. It was symbolic; a traitor without a tongue could no longer spout his grievances against the regime. 
I had only seen one instance where a tongue had been completely severed from someone’s mouth, but that was not from a commoners, no, that was from a Keeper’s. He was labeled a traitor to the regime for the love that found him. It was common knowledge that no Keeper could have a relationship with a commoner. Doing so could be an instant death sentence upon both parties involved. The high rulers do not frolic with the trash, and that was what we were. That’s not to say that none had ‘relations’ with us, that was permitted, often encouraged, and sometimes even rewarded, but no Keeper could make a life with a commoner, love one or even appear to love one. That was a sign of insubordination.
We were a subspecies to them, nothing more than a source of life.

Chapter Four
None of us knew where we were going or where the testing facilities were. The locations were kept secret from us. Maybe it was out of fear of those that wished to disrupt the procedures, the ones that would try to run, or even worse, the ones that would try to over-throw the process.
There were still revolutionists. None were dumb enough to show their faces around a closed Zone, but they still existed. We had heard stories of them, those few that took the opportunity to run, the ones that weren’t shot dead by the Keepers.
The stories of the few brave men and women were kept underground. We all envied them. Well, most of us envied them, those of us that were not blind to what was going on around us. There were some that lived only to spy on other commoners, but the ones that knew of the liberated never wanted to jeopardize the freedom they worked so hard to gain. We all knew that those lives, if found, would be cut short the minute a Scout caught wind of them.
A Scout’s only mission was to search for those that ran, but as of recently, their job broadened out to search for those that had the wish to run. The majority that were taken in were nothing more than peasants with nothing to offer to The Supremacy, the ones that were too poor or old to be of any use to the regime. They were labeled as potential threats, but they were just causalities of their ever-vicious rulers. They were useless, rubbish amongst the already deemed garbage, discarded for being less than applicable to the life The Supremacy was trying so hard to create.
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I tried not to move, the more I moved the tighter my chains became. The iron was created to do just that, to tighten and dig the more a captive squirmed. If the prisoner moved enough, the shackles would begin to sever nerves, veins, and eventually, bone. Luckily, no one would be conscious when it came to that. Our brains are wired to shut down, to gift us with a temporary reprieve during excruciating pain. But that was only for a few short moments.
“Would you like me to remove the chains?” He crooned in my ear.
Surprisingly, I was not even aware that he was watching me. The rebel inside of me wanted to endure the pain caused by the chains, to prove to him that I could endure the tortures that he had set into motion but I knew that it was just a matter of time before I begged for them to be removed. I had no idea how long the ride would be and with every bump and turn the bus made, the chains tightened. If I said no to him now, I would just be begging him later, and that would pleasure him more than my need to hold on to the little bit of pride I had left.
I held up my shaking hands to him, “Please.” I managed the seemingly polite gesture through a tight throat.
He lowered my wrists to his lap and