Her purpose is chosen

The queue went inside the building, leading up to a large metal conveyors belt. The belt cut into the wall, where there was an opening sealed up by plastic covers. Vanessa didn't wanna know what that was for, but she knew it was for them. She could see people ahead of her in the queue get strapped to the belt, which carried them through the plastic flaps and through the dark hole.

The former CEO shuddered with fear, she could hear male and female screams echo around the room. They were coming from the other side of the wall, which Vanessa could only assume was where the conveyor belt was taking people. "Umm, on second thought have you got an escape plan or anything..?" She asked the man next to her, who at this point was fed up of her.

The man rolled his eyes and sighed, ignoring Vanessa. "Excuse me, I asked you a question!" Vanessa yelled at him, she refused to be treated poorly. He simply glared at her as a reminder he didn't want to be bothered. Vanessa clenched both of her cuffed fists, ready to smack the man. "Come here you little--"

"Full name please!" One of the female employees working there stepped between the two prisoners, addressing Vanessa. When the former CEO didn't respond, the employee grew impatient. "I don't have all day. Full. Name!" She yelled, holding a clipboard. "Vanessa Sinclair.." Vanessa sighed, she knew she had **** but to go along with it.

The employee flicked through pages on her clipboard. "Yep you're on the system, you're due to go to through the toilet wipe process, but misbehave again and I'll to it that you get put on the worst one!" The woman threatened and moved onto the man next to Vanessa. "Chris Specter." The man gave his name to the employee, who began flicking through her clipboard. "Oh how unfortunate, you're a pooper, really it should be that bitch there who gets the pooper not you, how unlucky.." The employee explained and moved on.

Vanessa was beyond puzzled. "What the fuck was that? Toilet wiper!? What the fuck does that mean!?" Vanessa yelled at the man, freaking out. "Don't know why you're so pressed you got the best one, all you'll be doin is cleaning toilets, I'm fucked!" The man told Vanessa, which made her feel a bit better. She couldn't care about the man's problems, only interested in herself.

The man frowned when she didn't say anything, only seeming happy that she was safe and he wasn't. He clenched his fists, thinking of a way to get out of this conundrum...