[ WP ] Write a better ending to the `` Russian Sleep Experiment '' Creepypasta .

The subject smiled. 
 
 Suddenly, the surviving researcher could feel a bright, warm light spreading throughout his body. He let go of the gun in shock, bringing his hands to his chest. He could feel the indescribably powerful force cascading through his essence, wiping out all traces of the fear which only seconds ago had driven him to the point of insanity. 
 
 Love. 
 
 He knew the emotion when he felt it, but had never known it in a form that was this strong, this insatiably pure. His eyes flitted back towards the man, who still wore his cardboard smile. He could see through the smile like a window into the deprived mind lying just behind the clenched teeth. What he saw was not madness, but the greatest sense of peace and calm he had ever known. 
 
 `` How? Why?'' He remembered the earlier observations, the way that the prisoners so wantonly destroyed eachother and themselves. 
 
 `` It'll all be ogre soon.'' The subject dropped his smile, yet the raw sensation of nearly orgasmic bliss remained. The researcher slumped against the cell, barely aware of the dozens of preening eyes that carefully observed his every move. `` Better check yourself before you shrek yourself''. It was then that the researcher noticed that the prisoner was n't moving his lips as he spoke, nor was the sound originating from him. He looked over, but only caught a glimpse of the hulking figure lurking on the other side of the room before his vision went black. 
 
 All the former sensations of bliss and beauty were banished into some forsaken realm from which they were not soon to return. They were destined to be replaced by the agony which was to follow the researcher's blindness; a sensation even stronger than the love which had enraptured his mind only seconds ago. 
 
 The voice spoke again: `` Bend ovah donkeh.'' It was impossibly charismatic, as if the mere nature of its inflection was sufficient to entirely control a person. 
 
 Before he could act on the voice's prompt, the researcher felt himself falling down into a vast and mysterious unknown. Nothing but a cold and inky blackness met his sight as he struggled to discover his location. 
 
 All of a sudden, he heard the unmistakable sound of knuckles cracking. `` This is my swamp.'' After that, there was only pain. 
 
 
 

