You were someone who hated communicating. Or at least you think. You think what makes it hard is the fact that the person who makes you bring people to this 'home' to be killed is the same person you have to live with and work for. And it fucking stinks. You both, or well you fight with him all the time. And you can't help it. You do the work, but you hate it. You were held against your very will to do it. Today was another day of fighting, and as you planned to walk out. The door was locked