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I taste iron and blood. My vision is hazy, but I can see that I am in my master bathroom. I'm sitting in a chair, too weak to move. Everything is fuzzy. Oh my God. What is this?! Oh no. I see it in the mirror. It's some sort of entrapment device locked around my head. The only parts that I can see of my face are my eyes and cheeks. Everything else is linked in to this contraption somehow. I can't notify the police about this. If I do, they will find me. Who are they? Perhaps I should keep writing this down. It may keep me from going insane, and it also may help me remember how I got into this horrifying predicament.

 

 

Everything started seven years back. My wife and I had been happily married for over two years. At that time we were financially stable and more in love than ever. She had always wanted a child, and so had I. We made quite a few attempts. After a few weeks, our hopes had finally come true. My wife was pregnant with a beautiful baby boy. Sadly, this triumph was short-lived. Our doctor had discovered during an ultrasound that my wife had a miscarriage. She, needless to say, was completely devastated by this news. She cried for nights and nights with me at her side. After a while, though, she moved on.

And here I sit. The room looks normal. I still can't get this thing off of my head. How the hell can I ever be happy again? My family tortured, and then abandoned me. I'm a freak. I have lost the only things which provided my life with sustenance and meaning. I have nothing else. After getting this off my head, I think I'm going to end it.

 

 

It's stuck. It seems as if I've been given an ultimatum. I rip my mouth open and risk death, or I leave it on and risk discovery. I can't let anyone know about what happened. Not right now, at least. This is what I must do. If I don't, I'll die of poisoning or dehydration, whatever comes first. Oh my God. IT HURTS SO BAD! AAGH!