[ WP ] You wake up every day to screaming and voices . This morning those voices are in your head .

Just another day at the office. I practically live here now. 
 
 I have a cot in my own office. During the day when I get a few moments, I take a few winks to clear my head. I so love to listen to the sound of others working. My colleagues, while they are nowhere as good as me. The sounds of their labor, still soothe me right to sleep. 
 
 I have the best job in the world. I torture people for a living.: ) 
 
 Every day I work on new ways to make people squeal or scream in agony. I listen to their pleas to stop. I laugh as they wither begging me to be lenient. I do n't care if they are useful. I do n't care about them at all. 
 
 But there was this one person. I remember her face clearly. 
 
 Her screams, her pleas. Nobody else's has ever affected me this way. 
 
 Her face. I could n't... 
 
 It's probably nothing. I'll reassign her to Gary. He's been looking for a good promotion lately. 
 
 Onto to the next. I look at his picture. Nothing I had n't seen before. He was plain, just another face in a file. Nothing will affect me this time. 
 
 I had my fun. Time to catch some zs. 
 
 When I awoke, her screams filled my ears, her face on my mind. I run outside and see Gary eating a sandwich. 
 `` What DID YOU DO to her?'' 
 `` That girl you handed over to me? She's gone boss. She was gone the moment I walked in the room.'' 
 
 I retreat back into my room, and sit on my cot and sob. I can still hear her screams. I can hear them all now. I boot up my computer and type my resignation letter. 
 `` I need to get out of HR''
