Monday, February 20, 2017

Journal 19

My name is [redacted] I work for Ididian Containment as a low level security officer. To pass the time I've been making these journals during shifts, little sketches of what I see here every night.

If you are reading this, something has happened to me...
And you are in grave danger.

Journal 19
Still pretty slow and quite down here, had a lot of paperwork to do today and its taking forever. So I decided to sketch Contained #1893. Apparently not much is known about this one; or rather the information is above my paid grade. What little I was able to find out is that Contained#1893 is to be kept in total darkness; it is fed a pig every 3 days through a small opening in the north side of the cell. During which time the pig is, and this is a bit graphic, it is [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] at which point it is then [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted]  so that [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] at which point [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] .

Yea, I’ll just skip my lunch today and continue on these reports…

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