The Jail Room: A Short Story

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It had been two days since I was violently apprehended by the Thought Police. They had brought me to the Ministry of Love where it was evident that my death was rapidly approaching. But when? This was the question that constantly pondered inside my mind. The distress of not knowing the answer was unbearable.

Upon my arrival, I was placed in a miniature jail cell in the basement of the Ministry where all recent offenders were kept. I found myself surrounded by metallic bars without a bed or chair, forcing me to sleep on the concrete floors. I spent my days laying down on the cold, dusty and unsanitary floor, which caused my frail bones to feel continuous excruciating pain.

One evening, two muscular and robust men entered the basement level …show more content…

They proceeded by tying a straw rope around my neck, making it increasingly difficult to breath. I was directed out of the basement and pushed through a series of silent and dingy hallways. I was finally brought to a halt as I heard squeaks from a large door opening. Following, I was forcibly jerked inside the room and attached to a metal pole sticking out of the ground. One of the men approached me and vigorously yanked the plastic bag off of my head, ignoring the rope that was slightly chocking …show more content…

He explained that the reason I was brought to this room was to confess of the many thought crimes I have committed. Furthermore, if I do not comply and refuse to confess, I will be tortured and my family slaughtered. At the exact moment, the second man switches on the four screen with the remote on the table. I was mortified to see my mother, father and two siblings on the screen. Each with an agent of the Ministry of Love, which had a weapon in their hands.

At first, I did not take their threats seriously but I changed my mind very quickly after the torture began. When I refused, both men laughed with a smirk on their faces. They were evidently not very surprised with my response. I began to sweat greatly as the men grabbed the cage filled with spiders. I yelled for help as they poured thousands of large spiders on my body. I felt them crawl through my shirt and pants as I attempted the shake them out. I still remained strong, which led to the men clutching two snakes approaching it to my face. Both snakes nipped at me hoping to poison me with their

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