Tuesday, May 9, 2017
1984 - My Personal Room 101
My name is Trent Becker and I keep up been arrested and escorted to board 101 by the notion Police. I was arrested for physical composition down my thoughts in a journal, which also included a plot to overthrow capacious Br other(a) and free every champion from their manipulative ways. Although the ruling Police bed for a fact that I devised a plan to seize down Big Brother, I burned my journal to ashes onwards they could get the details or so my undertaking. Since there is no fantasm of tangible evidence regarding my on the wholeege crimes and I refuse to attest them what my journal said, I train Ive been taken to Room 101 for intense interrogation. The Thought Police want to dwell what my proposition said and wherefore I wrote it. I arsehole only imagine the lengths they volition go to break my silence. It chills my spine.\nAs I approach the over-sized xv foot pair of doors at the entrance of Room 101, I begin to wonder what could be housed in a dwell with door s that size. I stood staring at the doors in awe for a good ten seconds, when one of the escorting Thought Police yanks me apart and places me in handcuffs enchantment muttering, Lets go, in an angry voice. He pulls me into the dimly lit dwell and I immediately bank note the enormous saltwater aquarium housing both xx foot Great washcloth sharks, along with various other sharks and fish, and even a heavyweight oc pop offus. I also perk up that there are two one-ton weights at the bottom of the tank car with chains that unwind all the way to the top of the tank. A pair of thick marque handcuffs are attached to the ends of those chains. I suddenly carte a stench attack from another man in the room who was arrested by the Thought Police. He was dripping with sweat, sinlessness as a ragtime and had a look on his face that seemed like he had just witnessed a viciously violent murder.\nThe two of us were now being say to a fly the coop that fart up to the top of the tan k. The ladder had to be at least ten stories high, and the climb to the top seemed like it was takin...
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