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Date Unknown 2:30AM Entry One…. My name is Taylor Morgan. I am 22 years old. If anyone ever reads this besides my captors, you must assume I am no longer alive in this time. I’m not one to be morbid or cliché. But that’s what its come to when you’re a prisoner in a far away, unknown land.   If you’re here, then you already know and I don’t have to explain. For you, I am sorry, and I hope you are granted mercy.   As a prisoner, you lose track of time. Morning was nearly a concept I had forgotten until now. The days and nights fade in and out, hours no longer have meaning. The only way to tell time i

August 2nd, 2017 I’m beginning to lose count of the days. Beginning to lose myself. Is this the price I pay for playing God? Or am I simply the pawn in this dangerous game. I don’t know what else they have planned for me.. All I know is that they are devising something. Men fall ill to hysteria and stumble out of the white room wearing bandages. I have seen two men fall victim to their experiments, and I can’t help but wonder when that time will come for me… ----- May 13, 2017 “Okay… test, one, two, three… is it recording? Ah, yes!” The blue eyed man with long black hair turned the lens of h

Dean Winchester peered his weary eyes open to the plain ceiling, cringing at how his back felt from sleeping on the rough carpeted floor. “Angels aren’t even supposed to sleep…” He groaned, pushing himself up from his makeshift nest, and hovering over the two sleeping figures in their beds. Sam was facedown in the pillow drooling and Castiel was still as a dead body, never having moved from atop the covers.   “Rise and shine boys…”   Sam groaned in response, the angel blinked awake to the lit room.   “What time is it?” Sam rubbed his eyes.   “Seven AM.” Dean beamed. “Wha