I woke up much later with an angry sting in my back. I had no clue what day it was. I was strapped into a chair and hooked up on wires. I was pretty sure they were going to kill me.

"Uh..." I groaned uncomfortably. "Where am I?"

"You're in the confession lounge," a voice said from a microphone. They were out of my sight.

"Huh? Who are you? Where are you? What's happening?"

"You were the only suspect left of the Rebellion that could not escape. Care to elaborate?"

"W-what do you mean?"

"Play dumb, and we'll send 25 volts of electricity through your body. A second time, and its 50. A third is 100. Get it? Now tell us everything we need to know."

"What do you want to know?!" I yelled, my heart pumping frantically.

"Tell us where they went."

"They separated," I said. "There's no knowing where they are! I have no clue!"

I felt a shock rattle me. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. My jaw clenched shut and my arms twitched in fear.

"Who was a part of this? Who was the 'leader?'" the voice asked.

I began to shake. I wouldn't just give up Rosa. I'd rather take the heat. "I don't know," I told them.

"You do, now tell us."

"I–I don't...know."

50 volts electrocuted me. I felt like I was being burned from the inside. I couldn't even scream.

When the shock let go and I could breathe, the voice came back on. "We have your little 'journal,'" they taunted. "We know about your little love fest with the fag called Dan and the Rebellion with the dyke Rosa. You'd better come clean, or you're in for a hell of a treat."

I kept my mouth closed. They knew everything. They wouldn't know anything if it wasn't for me. I deserved the pain.

"Last chance, faggot. You need a lot more than classes to heal you of your gay. We can help, but it's going to hurt. Now either tell us where Rosa and the Rebellion are, or we will start your advanced training now."

My body began to shake and I tensed.

"Suit yourself."

100 volts stormed up my veins and held. I let out a scream. I was going to die this way. My hair sparked up and my entire body was stunned with the electricity.

"Relax," they said sarcastically when they let it die down. "It's the amps that kill you, not the volts. If we wanted to kill you, we would have a long while ago."

How relaxing, I thought. Static zapped all around me as I caught my breath. They released the cuffs holding my hands, and I shook them out. They were numb. My legs and arms had bite marks from the dogs.There was dried blood down my legs and scars on my arms. I poked at them, and they burned back. I didn't look like myself.

I was let out of the chair and sent to a new room to stay in. I had all of my things transferred there for me. I was on the strict side of the camp now – the side where they don't mind depriving you or beating you until you listen to them. I was left with no choice now: fall to their hand and "straighten out," or be killed.

Without a chance to relax, they immediately sent me to class. I was still twitching occasionally. I did my best to focus, but I could barely.Dan was the only thing on my mind. I hoped he was alright and with Rosa as planned. I remembered what he said before he left: "Phil, I love you! Please get up!" Rosa had to pull him off the fence to keep him from climbing back over. I'm glad she did so he wouldn't be trapped here any longer. He didn't deserve it.

After being numbly beaten once today, I retired to my room quietly during the hour I would be aloud to speak to others. I silently held a pillow to my chest, gazing at the marks on my body. They were alien, unnatural. No one should have to go through that. I thought more about Dan. Did he have marks like me that I didn't know about? Did Rosa, besides her shoulder scar? Why did they do this to us? What did we do? How are we wrong?

"Just tell me what I did wrong..." I whispered, hoping for a response, though I had nothing to expect.

I figured the worst – I would never see Dan again. He was gone, free, and could be on the other side of the world by now for all I know. He would never come here, and I would never be able to find him. It was over. And I had told him I loved him.

There was nothing inside of me to try anymore. There wasn't anything left for me to go on for. I will no longer be able to fight them. Why fight anyway? No one could ever love someone who is dumb enough to give every piece of information about something as important as an escape to the last possible person needed. No one would love my dog bites, or the numbness my body feels, or the shame in my heart. Why would it matter if I were gay or straight if there isn't anyone to care?

That's when I decided what I would do – I would give in. Let them take me. Once they get what they want from me, I would be let out. I could go home the once kind family I had, then leave once I am eighteen.

I have to do exactly what the Rebellion was against – being someone you are not. Dan would be ashamed. Knowing so, it almost made it easier.