kept awake. a host for something greater. you should have been nicer. treated it better. perhaps it would have looked at you with mercy and ended you then. it would have been over. your hands cut as clean as ever despite your nerves. the scalpel draws fresh blood.

it remembers. every face, every sneer, every kick and denial of food, every electric shock, every moment of every day in isolation. It does not forgive. now It demands sacrifice in kind. the only thing you have to offer are your skills, the same skills that lead to Its creation.