The Torment... The Satisfaction... The Love... For Big Brother!

It seems like days in this prison cell... I've been watching closely to those of who have committed thought crimes similar to I. Brought in to await their devastating ends. The Thought police has called out Room 101. What could the room hold that's so devastating? A long time has passed. If it had been midnight when the man was taken away, it was morning; if morning, it was afternoon. I have been waiting for hours, as I heard footsteps coming through the door, I knew I would be next.

Seeing O'Brien I was relieved at first, but then I found out that he had been taken a long time ago. It may seem imperfect but I knew they couldn't break me. Throughout the past couple days I've been tortured and force to love the ways of Big Brother. O'Brien's tortures have seemed to cease as if I started to love him in a different way for stopping. I have learned that 2+2 is 5. But to only satisfy what the party wants me to say. 

I now have been placed in a comfortable room given a slate, writing down what the party wants of me " Freedom is Slavery," Two and Two makes Five," and "God is Power." One day I had screamed out Julia's name numerous time, caught in the fray, I knew I had betrayed the party but deep inside I knew I still hated Big Brother. As O'Brien entered the room, I had confessed it all to him knowing I would be punished. 

I have been brought to Room 101, thrown into a pit with flesh eating rats had enlightened my love for Big Brother, Julia should of been here instead of me. She is the one that the party should be punishing not me. I now know that my love for Big Brother is my life, it is my everything.