[ WP ] Pain is discovered to be the most efficient form of energy . It is ruled illegal , but secret human pain factories have already begun . You are the owner of one of these factories .

Love. What is life without love? Sacrifice. Martyrdom. All for love. Pain. Suffering. Worth every tear, every cry, every crimson droplet. All for love. Not my sacrifice, of course, or my martyrdom, or my pain or my suffering or my tears, cries, or blood, even. No, my love is selfish, unclean, for I looked upon the face of my daughter for the first time twelve years ago and it was all that I could do to give her the world. So of course, as soon my lead scientist approached me with a new discovery that would surely monopolize the energy industry, I had no choice but to seize the opportunity. All for love. If I repeat it enough, maybe one day it ’ ll be true. 
 I ’ ve never been a murderer. The factory workers, as I ’ ve still chosen to designated them even after the transition from nuclear energy, never die, not really. Well, not often. Of course, there's the occasional mishap, and sometimes limbs will be lost, but despite these… blunders… here and there, energy harvesting runs rather smoothly. The thing about pain as an energy source? It ’ s efficient. *Extremely* efficient. The morality of the process is a bit ambiguous at best, but it ’ s nothing that can ’ t be put aside for the right price. 
 It ’ s not as if the workers don ’ t volunteer for this life. I pay them well. For every scream, every scar, they are rewarded handsomely. I ’ d be a fool to claim that it hurts me more than it hurts the men, women, and children in my service, but it does make me shudder to watch other human beings writhe in pain, strapped to sanitized iron tables, wires and tubes under their skin, pulsing, beating in their veins. This is why I don ’ t watch. Rather, I sit in my office on the top floor half a mile above the underground factory and attempt to drown out the shouts of agony with soothing, classical music and the thought that for my family, at least, I am doing the right thing. 
 My daughter must never know the truth. She ’ s a fragile soul, charitable and sweet and everything that I ’ m not. It would break her. No, I operate under the guise of the same old nuclear power plant that I ran not a year ago, just beyond the reach of the American government, always one step ahead. If I should get caught, I would lose everything. My daughter would lose everything. But anything for love, right? All for love.
