"Morgan Read, you seem to have some issues even before you came here, don't worry despite the collateral damage you've caused we are still willing to provide you,"
"Eh-Hahahaha, help my ass. Stop giving me your bullcrap lies you pull out your god damn gape hole. But I guess it doesn't matter cause regardless madness that is culminated will bring destruction that will bring many of you to your doom."
"Please give Mr. Read some anesthetic while you at it."
I've told them the truth. I've told them the truth numerous of times but they would not listen. They ignore my warning, they had to look for other information from me while they were giving me 'treatments,' so many 'treatments.' 'These treatments can be pretty intensive that they seem to be beating you with a damn point. Oh, the many times they deeply cut into me, they really leave a mark. So many medications they have me on, maybe too many since I sometimes whined up on the floor, shivering, with vomit exceeding from my mouth until I fall into a delusion and wake up with a lot of machines attached to me and my stomach feel so clenched that it would collapse on itself. Actually being on the ground sometimes in your fluids was common, same with getting some regular sessions of therapy and receiving medication and being exposed to machines have some interesting effects.
Effects that can make it hard to not feel agitated. Then again my fellow colleagues make it a challenge to get some shut-eye since not a night are there not the sounds of screams, growls, begging, banging and nonsensical rants. Though the employees won't allow their 'patients' to die from sleep depravity, starvation or suicide. They find that too good of a way to go. They want to continue to use their animals until they are ABSOLUTELY sure their test subjects are no longer viable for any god damn experiment or when they decide to sell human parts away for extra cash or die from 'other activities.'
I did have some chuckles.
I was so tickled when saw Eddie, after I've been looking for him for such a long time and of all places he whines up coming here. It's funny how squeamish he can be. After all, he's the one who made many screams in agony.
I also grinned ear to ear because of how on edge the once cocky ass guards and madmen were becoming over the weeks. Things are getting more and more chaotic. Now the tables have turned, many of Murkoffs' employees that didn't escape in time whined up becoming the hunted. Well, death, pain, and fear here are now indiscriminate. I can willing go in and out of the cells and blocks but I'm not out of this madhouse. I still have unfinished business here.