"Can you talk about it?" The therapist asked.
"Y-Yeah. Just-Just give me a moment." He said. "Well... I was just walking down the street minding my business when...
"I heard a loud thump, and turned around.
"There was a man, standing there, and he hit his metal bar on my head. Then I blacked out.
"When I came too, there was a sack over my head, and I was struggling to escape.
"I was in a car of some sorts, not exactly sure.
"I suspect I was in the trunk. Not sure though.
"They heard me struggling and bonked me on the head again.
"I was so confused by that point, I had no idea what was going on.
"I woke up again, but this time I was stuck in a room.
"There were no doors or windows.
"It looked like they had taken over a mental institution, there was white padding all over the walls.
"Anyway, I almost went insane while in there." He shuddered
"Are you okay? Should we stop?" The therapist asked.
"No, no, I can continue." He assured. "I-it took a while for anything to happen.
"Eventually they moved me to another one of their hideouts, an old warehouse.
"I spent even more time in one of these rooms, but this time there were windows.
"This time, they actually got to me.
"They opened my cell door, and they-they brought me to a room.
"In the room, there was a man. He looked like a doctor...
"But he wasn't.
"He pulled out his syringe and..." He trailed off, voice shaky, "Can we skip this part?"
"Yes, yes of course." The therapist replied.
"Later, they put me back in the room.
"And they said I was a 'failed experiment'.
"So they let me out.
"And... now I'm here." He finished.
"Alright. That's good enough for our session today." The therapist said, finished.
"Thank you," He said, leaving, "Bye."
"One last thing," The therapist asked, "What was the name of the group?
"They called themselves... The Real Truth."