Don't talk. Don't show any emotions. Don't do anything until told to.

Those three rules-lived by for three years.

No emotion.

No verbal usage.

No thinking.

Perhaps people that meet me think I'm rude, but I can't help it. It's in my nature.

I am a heartless robot.

It started a year ago. Kidnapped and sent to an undergound Hell. Abused and forgotten.

I try to pick myself up from the prickling cold floor. The muscles in my body does not correspond with me. Falling back to the ground, I try again. Over and over again, the same result overcame. Giving up, I collapse. Air in my lungs is what I lack. I feel myself burning everywhere. I battle with reality as I try to keep my eyes open.