Places to dwell

In this place I dwell its pure hell in here. 
Amnesia awareness holds the brain screaming in pure anguished discussions with the chained. 
Worse than alien abduction probes are softer up there not cold steal. 
What's the attraction to total perversion getting a sick satisfaction from others suffering. 
The recipient wishes for astro travel   totally panic stricken wants to leave the dwell. 
Dweller is cleaver has drugs to keep the body still, maneuverable for the straps and strips no escape from the investigation a sort of awake autopsy stretched to the limits legs apart exposed with bright lights. 
Scrubbing away any sense of decency. 
Removing any trace of what was grasped, what was special what would last. 

Nailed to wood, nailed by operation. 
No where, no dwelling will ever feel the same not even the one owned. 
For the recipient cannot get back what was forced. 
For the recipient can't be who they are anymore.
that's what dwelled, after dweller was finished.
A flabbergasted furious recipient of necessary evil.