My feelings are divided into two extreme opposites.
On one hand, there are those feelings that I buried deep inside my heart.
The depression, the pain, the fear, the shame, the anxiety. The feeling of being helpless, insecure, and rejected.
And on the extreme opposite, there is pure anger. Frustration, disgust, anticipation, and borderline madness.
All these emotions are instigated by those men in the dungeon. The ones caught by the patrol. The humans who were looking for me.
Humans, I know all too well.
The humans who did Dr. James' bidding.
The same men who would drag my limp body from the cell to the lab and back. The same men who didn't hesitate to indulge in their carnal desire, even in that disgusting, rotting cell. The same men who didn't hesitate to indulge in their carna
