Lucy Dents Metal Door

“Yeah, Sarkic gladiator type.” Lucretia's fist tightened against the metal of the door.

“Why isn’t it designated like an SCP?”

“Who knows? Special treatment, I guess.”

“I don’t trust them.”

Lucretia pounded on the door several times. “Hey! I can hear you, you know? If you want to know anything why don't you fuckers ask me?” There followed a few minutes of silence and then the sound of footsteps receding. She looked at the dent in the door she had made and sighed. Ever since they "contained me" it's been like this. I surrendered that night, and they still tased me.

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