Fallen Dictators’ Floor

“Look! He’s still shaking! Look at him!”

“Of course he is, you a**hole! You did too! And not just on your first night!”

A voice boomed through the cells toward the newcomer.

“Hush, you freshie! Stupid rookie! You have to be silent! Completely silent!”

The owner of the last voice inevitably turned to the other cells. He was quite angry, yet still unbelievably capable of whispering.

“The more he feels, the more all of us remember! So shut the hell up! You keep chattering as if you were any better! Every single one of you creeps was scared to death! Ha ha ha! Death! Ha ha ha!”

A thundering sound from the speakers finally made every inmate fall into absolute silence.

The harsh voice followed:

“Rule Number 1: All fallen dictators will line up in front of their cells at attention when they hear the sound of the horn. Exposure therapy will start at 3:30 AM, eternally.”

It was then that the newbie decided to show what he was made of. For starters, his voice was whiny and slightly trembling yet he spoke. To whom, nobody was sure.

“Do you know how many followed me? Millions obeyed me! They feared me! They loved me! Did as I ordered them to do! You can’t do this to me! You cannot keep…