Chapter three is up!

 [hider=Chapter 3: slaughterhouse]No matter how much I wanted to believe that this place was no prison, there was no way to deny it. The inside was unmistakably the one of a prison. Not that I had ever seen a prison in real life by myself before, but I had seen enough images and whatnot to recognise it.
Without saying a word or trying to struggle, I let them bring us towards one of the prison cells. There was already someone in it, a man that seemed to be around my age, but there was clearly place enough for two in the cell.
They carelessly tossed me and Jenna into the cell, locked it as soon as we were in and walked away before I could ask anything.
I wasn't sure what I wanted to do, how to feel or whatever about all of this, but decided that I could wait with all of that. I needed to take care of Jenna first.
I ignored the man for the moment, I could always talk with him later. I turned towards my daughter instead, laid down in the lower bunk bed and caressed her cheek lovingly. I promised her that there was nothing she would have to worry about, and that we would be fine. I'm not sure how much time I spent sitting there next to the bunker bed, on my knees to soothe the most beautiful, loveable person I had ever seen in my life, but I didn't care. She was my daughter, and I would do anything to make her feel safe and good, no matter how long it took. I kept on doing so until she fell asleep.
Once she did, I looked at the man that was there with us.
"How did you end up in this... prison?" I asked, figuring that if I was going to be here with him anyway, I could at least try to get to know him better.
The man heard me and looked up. He was blonde with blue eyes, but he didn't look healthy nor clean. Not that I could care much about that, at the moment.
"Theft. Though this isn't really a prison. It used to be long ago, but it really isn't anymore." He answered, and I gave him a confused look.
"Than what is this place?" I asked, but was horrified when I heard his answer.
"A slaughterhouse."
My eyes widened, my skin turned pale and I was speechless, wishing I never asked that question. 
Maybe I misheard him, or maybe he meant to say something different. I wanted I believe that so badly.
But after a moment of silence, he spoke up again.
"Let me explain how it works. You know what our country is like. Zero crime rate, everyone is employed, no homeless, no people that are incurably sick, no crazies... it's a perfect country. Or at least, that's what they keep showing you. 
The truth is simple: it's just not possible for a country to have all people in it to behave perfectly. The majority of the people will, but not all of them. The people who don't behave the way they should are misfits, so to speak.
The way the leaders of our country see it, said misfits are nothing but a burden. The misfits don't fit in the picture of a perfect society. They need to be rid of.
And this place is their solution.
Why not just kill off the misfits and be quiet about what happens inside this building? That way, no new jobs need to be made. No new houses have to be built. No medical care for people who will die anyway. No court for criminals that are most likely guilty anyway. No mental institutes. No terrible news items or whatsoever. The misfits are simply removed from society, and their absence will be explained by a lie that anyone will buy. The misfits are taken care of, and the country remains perfect.
Believe me, you're not the only criminal around. And there's more than one sick person in here. There's at least a dozen of insane people in here and some homeless too, you just weren't aware of their existence until today, because of one simple reason.
Everyone and everything has its secret. This slaughterhouse is the secret of our country."[/hider]