“You will not escape this place. You will not have a happy life here. You will never marry. You will never have children. You are slaves and the majority of you will die within a matter of days. Some of you might be lucky to last a few years, but don’t count on it. Eventually, you’re going to meet your death in this place. I sure as hell have.” He paused, glancing right toward me. “Welcome to Whitlock.”
