Part III-Section V

For months I wondered what room one-oh-one was, and why people seemed to shrivel up at its mention. No longer do I question their fear as I too never want to hear of it again. They could have put a gun to my head or killed Julia in front of me, anything but those rats. I did not believe they could scare a person so much they betray the person they love on the deepest level imaginable. I felt helpless as I sat in the chair against my will. The presence of the rats weakened me to a state of immaturity. When the cage moved closer, all I could think about was what they wanted from me. I would do anything to save myself then. Unfortunately, I had to endanger another person. Such a selfish act; it seems that I am always thinking of myself and it never ends well.