Part III-Section II

I should have known better. Of course O' Brien is still one of them, those Inner Party scoundrels. There is not much to say, and even if I wanted to say more, I could not. The guards have beaten me mercilessly for the past several days, weeks, or even months. I have no idea how long I have been where-ever I am right now. My body aches like it is being kicked constantly buy a steel boot. My mind hurts from the torture O' Brien, alongside the man in the white coat with a dial, have inflicted on my. I do not want to believe what he says; deep down, I know that it is fake and wrong. But I also do not want to suffer anymore. I strongly desire to be put out of my misery here and now. Why must they strain on this pain and not just shoot me here and now? Of what importance am I to them now that I do not even exist? If only I had not been a fool to begin with, I might be at work still challenging my mind with some story. But, I cannot say I regret my thoughts, for something must be done to end what I am the victim of now.