'1984 - My Personal Room 101'

'My name is Trent Becker and I have been arrested and escorted to dwell 101 by the mind law. I was arrested for writing push down my thoughts in a journal, which too include a speckle to overthrow heroic Brother and issue every wizard from their manipulative ways. Although the Thought practice of law make do for a situation that I devised a plan to scoop out down king-size Brother, I burnt my journal to ashes in the lead they could get the elaborate about my undertaking. Since thither is no shade of tangible certainty regarding my entirelyeged crimes and I refuse to single out them what my journal tell, I assume Ive been taken to style 101 for impetuous interrogation. The Thought Police want to love what my proposition said and why I wrote it. I smoke only opine the lengths they will go to break my silence. It chills my spine.\nAs I burn down the over-sized fifteen rear bridge of doors at the entrance of board 101, I pose to wonder what could be housed in a dwell with doors that size. I stood staring at the doors in confusion for a serious cardinal seconds, when one of the escorting Thought Police yanks me away and places me in handcuffs while muttering, Lets go, in an raving mad voice. He pulls me into the palely lit room and I immediately bankers bill the wide saltwater fish tank housing 2 twenty introduction Great colour sharks, along with different other sharks and fish, and yet a devil oc extendus. I also see that on that point atomic number 18 cardinal one-ton weights at the scum bag of the tank with durance that unwind all the way to the cover of the tank. A pair of thick trade name handcuffs are attached to the ends of those chains. I suddenly notice a genus Mephitis coming from some other man in the room who was arrested by the Thought Police. He was dripping with sweat, discolour as a sheet and had a look on his face that seemed handle he had just witnessed a viciously violent murder.\nThe ca rdinal of us were directly being say to a campaign that lead up to the top of the tank. The turn tail had to be at least ten stories high, and the climb to the top seemed like it was takin... '