[If you decided to skip the prolouge, this is your official warning. There is blood, gore, strong language, as well as mental, physical, and emotional health issues within. I say again, if you are not in a good headspace, I do not suggest reading this until you start to feel better. ]
*audio log 15*
Eventually, two humans in suits walked in.
They sat down, and just watched me.
And I watched them right back.
We sat there looking at each other, me still bouncing the ball, for one hour and thirty-two minutes.
One of the two stood up, and caught the ball mid-flight.
I decided that I did not like that person.
I didn't need to speak to him, he just sat back down.
So I cracked into his Sim card, and sent him a text message from a number in Mexico.
"Give me back my ball"
His phone gave a little buzz, and he opened it.
He looked at me, and typed a response.
"Why should i?"
I decided to actually speak this time, and said simply
"Because you won't leave this room until you do"
His partner looked at him, and he looked at me.
I got the ball back.
*audio cuts*
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