The Room

I dont know how long I've been in here. Days, weeks, months, years. I lost track of time. What I can tell you, is that there are bad people here. Bad people in white coats. They do these terrible, terrible, terrible things. Things that hurt. A lot. There's one man. He tells everyone else what to do. They listen to him. The others. They follow his orders. It's kind of funny, really. How they scurry around to fulfill his every desire. What's not funny though, is what the man has the people do to the others.
It isn't funny at all.
He makes them do even worse terrible, terrible, terrible things. In some ways, I guess I'm one of the lucky ones. He hasn't done anything to me that's that bad.
Not yet, at least.