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Prison of the Mind

Prison of the Mind- A short (possibly twisted) story by Drew

Coming out of the courtyard, we start taking fire from second-story windows across the street. The SAW gunner lays down a heavy stream and we close the distance, crossing the street to join the platoon....
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I’m still hyper-alert yet simultaneously exhausted, back cold, chest burning from the heat of the lights. They abruptly extinguish, the HVAC system stops. There is no light or sound, only the unrelenting cold....
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For the past two days we’ve observed a dead drop between two military aged males. One in a Nike hat and another in a brown shirt. Matthews made a log entry and looked back through...
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If you haven’t read any “Prison of the Mind” please start at the Beginning. I think it’s close to 2300. There always seems to be a fluctuation in the generators at this time of night....
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His eyes cut like knives and though I can’t see the guards’ reactions, their hasty exit speaks to Veni’s authority....
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“I laughed so hard I cried. What’s it to you, anyway?!”...
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“I want you to know that we are here to help. I hope you see the progress we are making in recovering your memory. Though the techniques may seem aggressive, they are effective. Do you...
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Time slows as I watch myself convulse and scream....
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I turn the key over and over in my hand as possibilities turn over in my mind. The felt shape of the key seems to match the visual memory of the shackle. The key is...
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Wait, who’s Ben? The name is close- is it mine? Is it my son’s? A best friend’s? I’m caught in the cycle of this thought repeating and it’s growing more crowded with further questions of...
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He takes the two steel cups and fills them both from the same bottle, pushing one half way across the table to me. Assuming he wants me to drink, I retrieve it, raising the glass...
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Food again: a jerky like piece of red meat and boiled potatoes. Two bottles of water this time and I’m careful not to repeat my previous mistake. When they came with it, I tried to...
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It only takes a few moments to be dragged back to my cell. Thankfully they locked the crook of their elbows into my armpits because my wrists are both raw. Unfortunately it also kept me...
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< previous I don’t want to turn around. I expect to see or hear something but I don’t. Anxiety mounts and causes one side of the internal argument to win. I turn my head but...
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Previous: Prison of the Mind 1 I open my eyes but it’s still dark. There’s some ambient light from the window so it’s not causing panic at the moment. My body is stiff on the...
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