Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-44124716-20200121004833/@comment-32942273-20200121125107

(I mean like I feel bad, but I am still basically torturing Serena sooooo does that make me Asher?)

Several times during the hour, I fell and hit the ground, only to be kicked back up again. Finally, the hour ends. I stumble out of there more exhausted then I have ever been in my life. I fall on my hands and knees a little ways outside the room and just collapse.

"I really hope some day I figure out what in the name of blizzards was happening there. Especially if I have to do this every day. Why make us turn a wheel in circles when we could do something fun or actually useful." I think, "What did... Asher I think it was, say was next? Oh! He said I have free time. For an hour. WHY ONLY ONE HOUR?! I sigh, "Then, lunch right? OH SNOWSTORMS! We don't get food today. What are they going to replace that session with? I really hope it isn't interrogations or something stupid like that." (Its gonna be interrogations.)

I just can not deal with this torture. I am seriously considering just going back to my cell and freezing myself in so I don't have to deal with the 'modern sweat shop'. I laboriously pull myself up and head back to my cell to rest.

(Btw I am thinking of the whole wheel thing as like a mill.)