Being trapped here in this jail cell, surrounded by very bright lights, makes me question a lot of things.
Where am I?
What am I doing?
Where is Julia?
What is this, so to-speak, room 101 O'Brien was talking about?
I see four telescreens monitoring me. Big Brother will always be watching me, until the end of my pathetic life.
Room 101, they said. A place filled with mysterious and unspeakable horror. Ampleforth was just sent away to Room 101.
I sit silently and think of everything. Nothing is worse than the Party. They are able to manipulate the minds of their subjects and control their bodies.
And they are slowly manipulating mines.
I presume that it is better if the Party kills me. Therefore, I don't have to live through this agony.
I don't know anymore. My thoughts wander with carelessness. I count off the time in my head. One minute passes. Two minutes. Five minutes.
Fifty minutes. An hour.
I hear the taunting sounds of footsteps, gradually getting louder and louder. I clench my unorganized thoughts in my mind, sweat nervously with my heart beating as quick as if I see Julia, as I am prepared to believe that I am next to be heading to Room 101.
Winston
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