My Time at Dulce

Having been held captive in the Dulce base for more than a year, Amy had lost over 40 lbs and was now beginning to lose her hair as well as her mind.

It was fairly simple to hide the tablets that they had administered each morning and to first soft focus and then blur her eyes and then to concentrate on a deep state of meditation during the weekly mental melts in which they fastened her to a large metal chair where long tubes were inserted into her temples and her eyes were forced open with the strange gooey tape that kept them from closing had flash video playing of horrendous human and nonhuman atrocities and experimentation's. And music that sounded like deep throat-ed screams and clashing metal that left her ears ringing for hours after wards.

Amy watched as the 7 foot tall reptilian guardsman walked slowly past within inches of her cage, she could actually smell him several yards away before he reached her corridor and the stench was unbearable similar to rotting putrefied flesh.

The sounds of a half human half half swine infant screeched through the air in a tone that threatened to deafen her with its sad and distressed reverberation.

The young teenage boy in the cage next to her lashed out with a red Pusey and blistered arm at the guard, he in turn slashed at the boy and made a guttural sound that was the only warning the boy would receive before he torn the arm from the socket.

She had learned long before never to speak in the presence of the guards for they hated the humans and and took every opportunity to torture and punish them into submission. One thing for certain they were never for lack of fresh experimental flesh.

Speaking could get your tongue taken out or worse. They did not allow disobedience and although no rules were ever laid down for the newbies, if you were to survive, you watched and learned from the mistakes of others on your corridor.

Often the reptilians would choose randomly both men and women to take into the room at the end of the 100 foot long corridor to rape and disembody. Often two or three would join in and that was the worst as they seemed to play off of each other and seemingly gratify themselves in an attempt to be the most gruesome in the killing.

Amy knew that every six months the new flesh would be brought in. It was almost like a distant memory the day she was taken in the parking lot of the North Town mall. A large black van with no windows pulled up beside her BMW and snatched her away. She had been taken to an underground station that resembled a train station and then whisked away to the holding facility for what she thought was about three months.
The holding facility was a small jail cell where no light shone through the walls and was in complete darkness. Completely alone except the feeling of an occasional insect crawling across her legs. The cell was where she defecated in the corner and after a week or so the smell was beyond imaginable. Her periods came hard with intense cramping and heavy flow at first and then from the starvation and lack of mobility in the tiny 6X6 cell,they ceased. She could hear the cries and the screams of others in the cramped cells adjoining her and often the smells of the holding tanks made her vomit what little of the slimy liquid they had pushed under the door for her. The consistency resembled the little containers of goop she used to play with as a child but tasted like animal organs and rotten cheese.

As the guard opened the shaft leading down to level below her she could hear the agonizing wails and screams of the residents below her level.
On Amy's corridor they were attempting to use the humans for reproductive purposes and to stimulate insanity. Once a resident was considered useless, they were removed down to the next level in the under ground facility. The drug companies paid dearly for the test results she had over heard one of the human technicians discussing while undergoing an extraction procedure of her eggs one time. The technicians had been told that all of the patients at the facility were criminally insane and not to listen to their lies. So attempting to convince any of them to help would only stand to land you at the next level down. At times Amy thought perhaps it would be better if she just took all of the meds at once and be done with this living hell on earth, but she had held out hope to the very end.

The cage she was kept in had become her only security. Never knowing night from day it was difficult to maintain sanity in and of its self. The only thing that kept her from going completely mad was the warm memories of her family and friends. They now seemed a million miles away. A distant memory that was more like the fading remembrance of a dream.

She awoke strapped to a hard table as the technicians at the Benning's Center for the criminally insane worked to attach the lines for her sedative which was the prerequisite to the daily shock therapy treatment. She began to scream out in pain and anguish, "Help me! Where am I?" "Why settle down now miss Jane doe, this will be easier if you don't get all excited."" Yeah shes a feisty one, been here 2 weeks and still just blabbers like a loon. Doc. says shell never regain the ability to talk, living in her own brand of hell I suppose." "Naw she don't even know shes human, hehehe."

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