BREAKING A LOCKE

JT,
I watched while they broke a locke today, rather while my Smith finally broke a locke.
He’s a real strange locke. He’s really quiet, minds his p’s and q’s, meditates at night when the Keys have locked us in, doesn’t eat meat, doensn’t talk much, keeps to himself a lot but always helps those of us when we need help.
The Keys called him out during roll call. We were told to go back inside and be quiet. The Keys worked on the locke, had him go thru all different calisthenics, running in place, jumping jacks, push ups, then they gathered around and started to call him names like baby, spoiled brat, nothing they did affected the kid. He stayed calm and did as told, without question, without any hesitation.
Then my Smith came, and I could tell she never liked this locke. She always treated him like garbage, humilating him and refusing to honor any of his requests. She watched while the Keys worked him over. I could tell the Keys were really impressed by this locke’s courage, so were some other Smiths who had come to watch.
My Smith walked over to the locke, couldn’t really hear what she was saying, something about a room, how she was going to lock him up in a room, all I could hear was room room room. The kid started to cry, the Smith started in on him about the room, so did the other Keys. The other Smiths walked away, shaking their heads. The Keys took the locke away.
Later, at dinner, I heard the Smiths were congratulating my Smith for showing how scared the locke really was.
I don’t know what the room is or where it is, but when the kid came back, he slept for 3 days straight. The Keys let him. Then when he woke up, he didn’t know where he was or who we were, but he was changed. He spoke in whispers and there’s something wrong with his neck, goes off to one side and he seems in a lot of pain. Also he doesn’t walk so well anymore.
Whatever happened to him in the room, JT, I don’t ever want to go there.

GET ME OUT OF HERE.