I grasped the little pill in my fingers and eyeballed the little man from the other side of the bathroom. Any creature being in the toilet during nature's call is my worst nightmare. I had shot myself up and palmed the shower curtain between me and him. And only carefully did I reach out to grab it when he insisted with urgency that it was necessary.

Normally, you don't take pills from strangers. Yeah, I get it. It was stupid that I fell for it. But I took the thing because he said he would go back out through the pipes and that he "didn't have all day" and had to save others. So, I took it. And he kept his word. And that's when I woke up in his...world.

There were thousands of us strapped to chairs when we all woke up to find ourselves being siphoned by multiple tubes. Some in our chest, throat or nether regions. Most people screamed either from fear or pain and were automatically sedated again. I tried to keep calm, but my heart wasn't having any of it. All those screams... I was sedated as well despite not screaming. God I was so close to screaming. I fell asleep with the thought that he tricked me. It was obvious to me that he gave us a sedative in that pill and made it seem like an emergency.

I wondered what happened to people who didn't take the pill. Were they killed? Steven, my cellmate, thinks that they only wanted the gullible ones because we'd be less prone to escaping. He thinks nothing bad would have happened if we didn't take the pill. Maybe he's just coping with the reality that we've been abducted by aliens by blaming his own stupidity. I don't blame him.

I'm in a cell about 3 feet by 3 feet. Constantly hearing the screams from other cells, I don't know how far away. Everything echoes in this medical hell. We're surrounded by blue walls that are only slightly translucent. I'm guessing so that they can see which cells are occupied. But I can't see any details but shapes. Not enough room to lie down. Steven thinks we won't need to. We'll be grabbed before we even get tired of standing here. Fuck you, Steven. I'm writing this on my phone. In case anyone finds it, they'll know what happened to us. The tiny creatures didn't bother to take the phones or any personal possessions away. They're useless anyhow. No signal.

There's been a claw going around grabbing people at random. Or maybe it's not random, but it seems that way. Steven thinks they're being eaten or cooked and processed or something. All I know is that this isn't some expensive new way of getting tailored for a suit. No way. We're going to die here. I know that. My only consolation is that I'm alone (minus Steven) with my thoughts and this phone. Steven is convinced we're getting grabbed soon. But look, there are thousands of us here. The chances of me getting grabbed next are really not-