A knife scrapes against a wall of a prison cell etching another tally in a long line of markings.
“I can feel it taking over now. This sadistic labyrinth has molded my mind and contorted my will. Now, with my teeth reddened and eyes black, I accept my fate as the rat that test the workings of the machine. The expendable ergate whose blood greases the cogs and allows the mechanism to remain pristine. Each run of the gauntlet fills me with a sensation greater than a thousand uninhibited orgasms. The archaic kink of man… the thrill of the kill.