The Visit (2)

People were hung in rows and rows by hooks like the butchered animals in a slaughter house cold storage. Their eyes were lifeless. They had been degraded to fodder and were no longer considered as a living, breathing humans.

"These are the knackeries solely dedicated to feed the inmates. The excess material is sold off to wig-making companies and some clients in need of a organs. It is divided into sections an are classified by race and weight. We are currently at aisle R-37. We have human males lined up on the left and the females on the right."

"Females particularly have soft flesh and are the favourites of our charges. Over there beside the females are the immature offspring. They aren't very filling and not very nutritious. This here we have-", the guide kept droning on and on.

"And here is our fully dedicated team of knackers who work for twelve hours per day. Their motto is:Reduce, Reuse and Recycle. 'Reduce 'the number of inmates. ' Reuse' organs for lesser wastage and ' Recycle ' unnecessary parts for different purposes."

" They are quite the eco-friendly bunch, really, never deigning to let any useful thing go waste and also experts at cleaning and dressing and properly maintain hygiene with the most advanced cleaning and sterilisation. The food served for lunch today was provided by them....."

"Ahahah! Just joking~ Just joking~ kidding! Don't make such weird faces. Ehehe.", the cheerful guide continued to say.

Captain Pa Rrot was, for the first time defeated at his own game. Despite the strange setting, Fo found it funny but it didn't show on her face. She was a cold beauty afterall.

They had been walking around the second ring for three days already. The place seemed never ending. It was immense and eerie. Ruff was very restless.

The Facility was located on the Island of Yetren, a place that was free of any controlling nations. The island was connected to all the Nations with it in the centre surrounded by sea. The Facility too, didn't belong to any specific government. It simply had a vive and take relationship with them. If the City of Yetren was considered to be a place where diplomatic relations were kept, then The Facility will be where under the table dealings were made.

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I saw something. That something told me I was Good. It told me Good Good Good! It gave me so many Good! I am so happy! I never got so many Good before!

Something was tiny. Like the other things that crawl on the big, big giant which I lean on. Giant can stand and sleep. The giant is very big. The Oomans sometimes throw me on giant. It hurts when they hit me on the giant. The place where there are two standing giants and a sleeping giant meet is very nice and very nice and nice and good and nice. I like being in their meeting too. The Oomans call standing giant "Wal" and sleeping giant "Flo".

Something was tiny like the things that go 'scit, scit, scit' on giant. Oomans call me Bad again and again. I was Bad. Monster is Bad. Bad no num. Bad no num-num. Bad I am. Bad should disappear. I want to disappear. I ask giant to eat me so Bad goes and disappear. I cut and hit and hit and grind me hand and head and shoulder on giant but me don't become small and disappear. But Ooman "chak" become small when Ooman rub on giant and make dark wiggly creatures. How strange.

Ooman say Bad be hurt. Bad no sleep. When Good I am, I get num-num. It is nice Good. Something told Good I am. I am Happy! Happy! Happy! Happy Good!

Something touches Tumm and- and- It to-touch- -a-a-and to- and paiiin Go! And I laugh! And laugh and Something laugh and laugh! Ehehe geghehheb mnnehehe mmmph ! Happy! Ehehe...

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The child was dissociating. He broke. The strange giggling continued as he stared at one spot on front of him as he huddled in a corner. There was simply empty space there. His empty eyes never left that place as if something really interesting was sitting there. His laugh was like he was hurting.

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"Is that what was supposed to happen with that drug you just injected?"

" No. He was supposed to go into depression or something like that..."

"I see. So it's a failure. Why did you make it though?"

" I thought if we had drugs that made us high and happy, so why didn't we have ones that can cause sadness? I mean, like a proper one. And I am not talking about the side effect of drugs that cause depression."

"..." "And what use is that?"

"Oh! Just to speed up the process of making someone fall into despair. It would make things faster and save us time. Give someone a thing to be happy about like a tiny piece of something that he really yearned for then take it away. He would feel sad and depressed, right? He'd want it even more, right? That's the principle of this place's torture method in extremely terms.

So, if a person is given a happy drug first and then a sad drug after that, the effects should be amplified. Plus if you used a diluted one with lesser concentration, and then read a sad story or something, you'd be able to immerse yourself in it more. That's in theory anyway."

"..." The listener shuddered.