Murdered. Judged. Punished. Stripped. Bare. Nude. Cut. Shaved. Restrained. Needles. Fibers. Itching. Intrusions. Latex. Suffocation. Rules. Restrictions. Muted. Deafened. Silenced. Banished... Freed?
I am bane.
At least for now.
Boy, she lost her tongue quickly.
I've high hopes of a timely release, but unsure expectations. - Why does one question so much... when there is nothing to do to question? With every passing minute I find myself questioning this suit. It's so quiet... not as I expected. Please tell me it's functioning and not just coating my in it's tight rubberey embrace, laying dormant... I'd rather be under the thumb of a machine, than imagining I am.
I am still receiving IMs... at least from groups. I hope I am not punished for those - I thought they were blocked. Again I question this suit. - I'm not answering, simply staring at inquires I KNOW I have the knowledge to answer... and letting my knowledge sit unused... I cannot say it sits well with me. For once I ask myself, what choice do I have? For once, none. And voluntarily...? I have my reasons.
I have not yet seen anyone, friend or foe, past the last shrinking glimpse of my operator... and that woman standing with her. No coffee this time. No snacks. No name. How unfeeling, detached, and disinterested they were as my body and mind were processed and prepared for this... Button pushers behind a vast blinding wall. Prisoner do this, prisoner do that. I nodded, they answered, I know they could see me. They did nothing when they saw agony set it. Merely whispered how well was doing as my body wretched in pain and tears welled up in my ever fading gaze. Just keep breathing... you're fine... I could here them laughing, joking, finding amusement at my expense. Of course she released me when I was done... or, more correctly, when it as done with me. Gave me a metaphorical pat on the back and shoved me out the door. After all that... well what the hell do I do now? They did this to me... she did this to me... So much better than prison... yeah, sure. I'd rather drop the soap, personally speaking. They didn't care.
I kind of miss them.
Who's bright idea was this anyway?
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