Part 3 Chapter V

I wish that stealthy bullet would unexpectedly strike me already. As they opened the door to Room 101, a pungent odor of, what seemed blood and dirt, striked me instantly. My head is unable to move. It appears it is in some kind of metal cage. They have agreed to let me write my last thoughts in this diary before the interrogation begins. Calm down, calm down. I can easily fool the perspicacious O'brien through simple quotes like, "Ignorance is strength", "War is Peace", etc. He will not break me down. I can't seem to concentrate though, some annoying sound is limiting me. It sounds like little chirps of some kind of animal. Here comes O'brien. I must stop writing, but can't help but notice a metallic cage in his left hand. Oh no. It can't be. Not...rats! I'm sorry Julia. But I must give you up.