It has been months since I been in this dungeon that I’m on the verge of going crazy sitting here looking at these four walls. I was a once respected Gamma to this god-forsaken pack. Even if I turned on Castro, I still should be able to be treated better than any other prisoner in this dungeon. Especially with the food, I should get streaks, potatoes, and lobsters. Instead of nasty ass rice, and molted ass bread.

Also, I feel the guards should treat me with respect. They have not shown me any. The day they put me in this place was the day that hell begins for me. For...