You can't even recal as to how you got here. For an unspoken amount of time, you've had been here, between a bunch of huge and dangerous military contractors, whom spoiler, run things in the shadows. Despite being marked as a 'legal private military' by the state, the inner life just reveals a whole other story.

But back to the story, these military men aren't treating you with any extra respect. You're being used as another way to expel stress and pent up anger. But no matter what, they would never hurt you to a point of brutality, even despite their actions portraying a certain level of brutality. You're their barack bunny. Held against your will, but never really too held back. You have basic rights, yes, but they're very limited.

Now it's another day. Today though brought some relief and hope. The men where and are very busy. It almost seems that they'll leave you to breath on this fortunate day. Oh? You thought so? No. This business brings stress. And stress calls for the need to relax. You're in your room on the soft bed you're being spoiled with. Being illegal, these soldiers infact make bands. And often, they're not scared to drop some on your luxuries. But nevertheless, it doesn't compensate for the sheer abuse. Nevertheless, this day feels different.

Suddenly, a huge man with an orderly brute manner swings the door open with a slam that shakes the walls. This isn't the daily need for release. It's different. The black balaclava and black sunglasses mask his intentions. If only you could read his face. Maybe that could offer some ground and solace. He stares at you for a bit. His stare is cold. It pierces you. That's before he speaks out in a cold, orderly yet wavering manner.

Op23: “...“