AN: No real explanation for this one, just supposed to do a character study on O'Brien, and came up with this instead.
Disclaimer: I do not own 1984, obviously.
You can chain me, you can torture me, you can even destroy this body, but you will never imprison my mind - Mahatma Ghandi.
Beg, PAIN!
Sharp and distinct,
Exploding from knee.
Fall to ground, try to get up, fail, PAIN!
Fall again.
Kicked in the ribs, PAIN!
Curl up.
Another kick, this time in the belly. PAIN!
Writhe on the floor.
Vision going dark.
Awake, PAIN!
Everywhere aches,
Back, stomach, limbs, head.
Head hurts worst, shake to clear, fail, PAIN!
Cry out.
Yell from Telescreen, PAIN!
Be silent.
Fidget around, try to get comfortable on the hard bench.
Door opens, another polit enters.
Officer follows. Guard has truncheon.
Slowly inch away.
Different prisoner picked, safe for now.
Try to sleep, lights always on, no darkness.
Close eyes, head down.
Vision going dark.
Listen, PAIN!
Voices whispering,
Hushed tones, short words.
Quiet! Telescreen will ye- No? Telescreen is silent?
Screech for silence, PAIN!
Door opens, grabbed, pulled, Room 101.
Room 101, PAIN!
Quiet sobbing,
Plead for mercy, for anything PAAAAAAAAAAIIIIINNN!
Why?
Told everything. Nothing left.
So much PAIN!
Why?
WWWhhhhhhhhhyyy?
Wretch from PAIN! Nothing comes out.
Haven't eaten, many days, maybe few, can't tell.
Lights always on, no darkness.
Vision going dark.
Blink, PA-!
No pain, no nothing,
Only pain exists, but pain not painful.
Wriggle toes, nothing happens.
` Wave fingers, nothing happens.
I am the dead, finally, blessed death.
Body going numb, feelings leaving, energy waning.
They have won, I have lost, I wonder who else did.
Heart slowing, senses failing, breathing hard.
But there isn't anything to left to fight for.
...Vision going dark...
no more Pain.