All of a sudden 5 or 6 guys leap on the both of us and they pry his neck from my hand. The man with the white hair immediately jumps in and tells me to stand up and not to f*cking move. They start arguing again, all of a sudden one of the men with the white-haired man from the original group from the back yells “HOLD IT” and he walks over, picks up my shirt, takes the pin off of my shirt and pins it on the elastic band of my underwear.
“NOW ARE YOU HAPPY,” he says to me. “NO,” I say. Why he asks? “IT’S NOT RIGHT,” I say. “WHAT’S WRONG,” he asks. I look down to the pin on my hip, and I turn it so the gold side is flat on top. “THERE,” I say. “WHAT WAS THAT?” He asks. “IT ALWAYS HAS TO BE SUNNY SIDE UP!”
I answer. “Are you happy now?” he asks. “I’M VERY HAPPY NOW” I answer, as a chorus of laughter erupts as I stood there and could not move. They then had me perform some simple strength tests (squeezing things, the squat rack, etc). That was my first visit to the lab with the military doctors there. I assumed all along that they were military “doctors” (and I use the term “doctor” very loosely because a “Doctor” of what these guys were I have no idea).
I could see out of the corner of my eye the conversations that were going on. From the tones and mannerisms, I could tell that the head lab instructor was the man running the show, the expert in the field. Adolph turned out to be my “coach” if you will. But it was very apparent that the man in green was the authority in the room. He would sort of standoff to the side with Adolph all the time. But when something went wrong or he wanted something repeated, I could not see him, but I would hear his voice come from somewhere in the room. And when he spoke everyone reacted. What this does for me, however, is we can now date this event. I was a pledge in my fraternity, freshmen year from October of 1988 through February of 1989.
So these events must have happened somewhere in that time frame!
As a lab rat
After that, when I entered the lab, the head man with the baby blue lab coat was the one I hated, I mean I wanted to kill this guy. He was about 5′-8″ or 5′-9″ with wavy brown hair, brown eyes, and thick brown rimmed glasses. He had a medium build and seemed only focused on “the results“. He didn’t care how bad the pain was or if I died right there on the spot. I believe he was a Nazi scientist who did their work in the most basic and horrific concentration camp type fashion. All he cared about was the data.
This guy was the most inhumanly cruel son of a bitch that I think ever walked the face of the earth. From the things that he did to me, the experiments that followed, the impression that I got was that he was so removed from any emotion or any pity within his work that he basically thought of me as nothing more than, literally, a piece of shit. With no more regard for my life then one would give to a lab rat.
“The Juice”
Now with the new head man, the experiments seemed to have increased in their viciousness. Now it was back to the table where they would strap me down and began giving me the shock treatments again. They would hook me up with electrodes and give me “the juice“. Giving me a shock through my genitals, through a needle in my ear. They were on, in, and all over my body.
The man in the blue lab coat instructed me to “to turn off” all of my nerve endings at the main junction box in the blue room in my mind. I remember looking at the ceiling and then this sort of tickling or numbing sensation comes over me. As it continues to increase I start to “switch“. “Hold it back” I am saying to my self “hold it back!” until finally I just cannot and begin to start screaming as I am now violently shaking on the table. Everything is black for a while but then is see my body.