"God wants all of us. God wants all of us. God wants all of us."
Over and over the haunting sentence played, voiced by some older white lady. A Betty White knockoff. A recorded loop. It's coming from speakers that's placed in all the rooms where the captives enjoyed drug-induced sleep. Watch the Zanax sheep jump over the fence. Another form of hypnosis. I'm in a twisted amusement park. This is my first night outside the tomb.
After the 'Divine Evaluation,' we were all invited to eat, including me. Bread and applesauce, at least that's what it looked like. Slops for the animals, the pigs he was making us into. Under the gun, I ate it and slyly forced myself to throw it back up by gagging purposely. Only Hoover noticed what I was doing, but he didn't say anything. In a way, we showed each
