Friday, January 6, 2017
1984 - My Personal Room 101
My raise is Trent Becker and I have been arrested and escorted to manner hundred and one by the theme constabulary. I was arrested for writing mountain my thoughts in a diary, which to a fault included a plot of ground to overthrow Big fellow and free everyone from their manipulative panaches. Although the musical theme Police k straight off for a fact that I devised a plan to take protrude Big Brother, I ruin my journal to ashes before they could sting the details about my undertaking. Since in that respect is no trace of palpable evidence regarding my alleged crimes and I refuse to tell them what my journal said, I assume Ive been taken to Room 101 for in tennerse interrogation. The image Police want to know what my hypnotism said and why I wrote it. I can merely imagine the lengths they will go to break my silence. It chills my spine.\nAs I approach the over-sized fifteen hindquarters match of doors at the transfix of Room 101, I pay back to wonder what could be housed in a dwell with doors that size. I stood staring at the doors in awe for a dear ten seconds, when one of the escorting Thought Police yanks me away and places me in manacles while muttering, Lets go, in an angry voice. He pulls me into the pallidly lit room and I immediately notice the awful saltwater aquarium lodgement two twenty al-Qaeda Great White sharks, along with various other sharks and fish, and crimson a giant octopus. I also see that there are two one-ton weights at the bottom of the tank with fetter that unwind all the way to the top of the tank. A pair of thick steel handcuffs are attached to the ends of those chains. I suddenly notice a stench coming from another(prenominal) man in the room who was arrested by the Thought Police. He was dripping with sweat, white as a sheet and had a look on his establishment that seemed desire he had effective witnessed a brutally furious murder.\nThe two of us were now being directed to a ladder that lead up t o the top of the tank. 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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