I woke up with my back sore from yesterday. It was nothing new I got used to the pain. But it still always hurt when they were in the process of doing it.

I noticed I still had my muzzle on and remembered I had to keep this thing on for a week straight and if I was good they would take it off earlier.

I sighed as my fingers traced my many scars on my skin.
My memory is blurry
The only things I can remember really is a boy with blond hair. I wish I could remember him but I can't. The one thing I do remember vividly is the night my mother took me here.

It was also the last time I saw the night sky littered with stars.

Everyday these people are making torture methods more painful. I hate it.

They sometimes talk about these "nomus" turning us "experiments" into lifeless creatures.

If I were to tell you I was scared.

that would be a lie.

I'm terrified.
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TBC.