Part 3

I.

I woke up. I had no idea where I was. My best guess was the Ministry of Love because there were no windows whatsoever. I had pains in my stomach which had been there ever since they had thrown me in the van and drove me away. But I was also hungry, I did not know how long I had been in this cell, it could be hours, days, or even weeks. I took a seat in the narrow bench and sat still for hours. Every so often, guards would come and throw a person in the cell with me or order someone to come with them to Room 101. There was a telescreen watching my every move and it would yell at me whenever I made any sudden or unexpected movements. I was trapped. For how long I would be in here, I did not know. But I did know one thing, Room 101 was certain. Then O'Brien came in. I was surprised to see him captured as I am. But he was not forcibly taken like I was, he was part of the Thought Police! I couldn't believe it! Now the guard next to him took his truncheon and beat me on the elbow. I grabbed my elbow in pain. But I knew this was just the beginning of my torture.