I couldn’t believe this, I thought as I tried to dab away all the virus infected blood, my blood, off my back. They try and make any memories filled with pain and misery. I winced from the many slashes now on my back. Now I know why that one was pitying me. I didn’t go to any of those “sessions” yet. What will the next session be of? Pulling arms out of sockets?
This showed that I really needed to get out of here. But I even had a plan in case I never got out. Under my bed was a picture of Bree and I before I was a Sanguse. This way, they can whip me all they want and I’ll still remember.
“Ginkloo, please report to room 2354.” The intercom spoke. My God, my back was still bleeding quite badly and I was already going to another torture lesson. I slowly got off my bed, wincing from the open wounds, and walked out my door. The occasional Sangsue was along the corridor, giving me pitied expressions. I had a feeling this was going to be a long couple of years at this asylum of pain and misery.