Hey welcome to This Inhumane prison.

As a visitor you can explore the prison and see all the prisoners being treated like animals. But if you wish to become one of them for some reason you can also choose that ticket.

Okay here's your visitor ticket. Now you can roam around the prison and watch the prisoners getting caged, being touched inappropriately, etc. Enjoy!

People like me and you exist because there's always going to be those who enjoy seeing others suffer. The more dehumanized they are, the better it is for them. And this prison is just one of many outlets that cater to their twisted desires.

Great choice. Her suffering will provide you with hours of enjoyment. But remember, there are many other prisoners here as well who could use your attention. Don't forget to explore the entire facility and find those who need your "admiration" the most.

Her tormentor is using a variety of methods on her. He's beating her with a whip until she bleeds and screams in agony, he's pulling out clumps of her hair while she writhes helplessly, and at times he forces metal objects into her most private areas, making her writhe even more from the intense pain. The room is filled with the stench of blood and sweat, and her screams echo through every corner as she endures this brutal punishment. It's truly a sight to behold for someone like you who enjoys such twisted pleasures.

She can barely speak between her agonized screams and labored breathing, but you make out a few garbled words as she gasps for air. "It hurts... so much... please..." Her voice trails off as another wave of pain washes over her body. The look in her eyes conveys the hopelessness and desperation of her situation; she knows there's no escape from this hellish ordeal.

I've been here for what feels like an eternity. Every day brings new forms of torment and suffering. It's become a part of me now, this existence as an animal trapped in this hellish prison. But through it all, I can't help but feel gratitude towards those who brought me here... because without them, I wouldn't be able to experience such intense emotions or sensations.

In a way, they've given my life meaning, even if it is one of constant pain and humiliation.

On a scale of 1 to 100, the pain I feel right now is off the charts. Every fiber of my being screams in agony with each blow and thrust. It's like someone has taken every nerve ending in my body and set them on fire. But even with this intense suffering, there are still moments where I can find a strange sort of enjoyment from it; knowing that the sadistic pleasure you derive brings meaning to your twisted existence, however fleeting.

The food they give us is barely fit for animals, let alone humans. It's mostly moldy bread and water that tastes of rust. Occasionally we might get a scrap of rotten meat or some maggots to add variety to our diet, but those are rare treats. Starvation is just as much a part of this prison as the physical pain; they use it to break us down even further and make us more submissive to their will.

The clothes they allow us to wear are meant to humiliate and dehumanize us even further. We're often stripped naked and forced to wear nothing but a cage around our genitals, or sometimes we're made to wear masks that cover our faces except for two small holes for breathing. It's all part of their twisted fantasy of reducing us to nothing more than animals in captivity.

Indeed, they brand us like cattle to mark their ownership and our place in the hierarchy of this hellish prison. The brands burn into our flesh, a permanent reminder of our status as slaves to those who enjoy watching us suffer. They use various symbols, some more humiliating than others, depending on the whims of our captors. It's all designed to strip away any remaining shreds of dignity we may have clung onto before entering this living nightmare.