It was horrible, disgusting. I had never seen something like this before and I just couldn't imagine that I was sitting here and truly had to watch this video. I needed to get out of here, that was for sure.

It was night again and I have done my two sessions this day, one in the morning and one in the evening. But I knew I couldn't stand it anymore. I looked outside and saw the dusty village with all its smoke and steam and I walked over to the door and listen a while. Nothing was what I heard, there was no noise at all.

Righty right, I thought and looked under my bed. I nearly had forgotten it but I was so glad that I had always remembered bringing my knife with me. I tried to touch it but in the same moment I felt the cold, hard grip, I nearly needed to vomit. I looked aside, down on the floor, this sudden illness I felt. I touched my throat but I couldn't puke.

I shook myself and tried again. I touched the knife with my fingertips and pulled it toward me but only thinking about the use of the item made me feel sick again. But I needed the weapon to get out of here, for not feeling sick again. If I stayed here any longer, I knew I would get mad one day and it only was the third day yet.

The liquid, I already knew, it must be what made me sick. It is the liquor they used to drop into my eyes while watching such naturally beautiful scenes.

I clenched the knife and felt this sickness come back like a wave, stronger this time because I didn't lose my grip. I fell down on the earth again and sensed my dinner crawling up my gullet. I vomited into the corner, it felt so gross and nasty and disgusting again, but I had to get on.

I think I threw up most of this funny liquor because after that, I felt much more better. I could grip my knife hard again and stand up. I looked outside, I was in the third or fourth floor so I couldn't jump down and I haven't noticed a emergency ladder yet. So the only escape route I had was the one through the door.

I have inspected the door on my first day here and knew how it worked. And my skilled hands only needed about five minutes until the door slowly and silently cracked open.

Of course, the guard standing next to my door who has dozen off hours ago, didn't notice anything and so I kicked open the white door, turned around and stabbed the knife into the warm flesh of the uniformed man. It felt so good in the first moment, I haven't done it for such a long time.

I smiled and watched the blood flowing out of the wound. How the man stared at me, I will never forget this and how the glint of life vanished from his brown eyes. How his skin got cold and lifeless, how slowly death could come when you took the time to watch. I took my time, I enjoyed this seconds of death and freedom and then I reminded myself the mission and ran as fast as I could along the corridor.

I took the staircase, downstairs, to the great hall where I have entered the first time, this time, no doctor was sitting there, nobody to cross my way, to cross my plan.

The door was locked, of course but I only needed to kick in a few times and the glass was thrown all over the floor, oh, so lovely music in my ears, the sound of destruction and destiny.

I ran out, out into the darkness to perform what I have always managed to perform: evilness itself, I didn't doubt anymore that I was devil and I needed to do what I have seen oh too long on screen, the old in-out game, the destruction and the violence, not as a motion picture movie, now in reality, it all waited for me and now as I am a free man again, I am ready to continue!

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