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9 p.m. We're finally back in that dirty room, away from all the kinky fetish people. The atmosphere between us is down. Greta is curled up in a ball on the bed, her face a blank expression, obviously processing information. Steve tries to talk about what he saw and starts stuttering. Irma holds her head in her hand and sighs loudly. I don't know if we've cut too big a bite. I don't know if I'll manage. I don't know if we'll ever be rewarded for this. We have decided which of us will find the courage to continue. We have reluctantly voted for another day in the Residence 51 hell. It cost us a lot of money and effort to get here in the first place. And we're still curious. We can't give up! Good night. Morning is brighter than night.

10 a.m. This health checkroom looks filthy, not even a veterinary clinic looks like this. I don’t know what they want to check us for, but we will soon find out. The nurse is wearing a dirty face mask, and two half-naked girls are sitting in the waiting area. The smell is tremendous. A hefty woman stands on the scale, and she is sent to some room, we are still waiting, and the nurse and the doctor are quite rude to everyone. I guess they are busy but still, it is not on. Inside the check room, a young girl just received an enema, she was sent away. Another young girl is sitting on the gynecologist's chair with her legs wide open, she has been checked too. We are finally next. I'm nervous.

9 a.m. The bright sunlight lit up our room, and we slowly started to get up. Alex was already running around the room calling for Steve, but he wasn't answering. His bed was empty. He left behind a photo of us together from the Polaroid that read, "I'm sorry, I can't take it anymore!!! I am joking. Sorry!!! Steve". My chin dropped. I would have expected that from Greta but not Steve. Irma put on her glasses and assured our team that she would get a quality replacement for him, a documentary filmmaker friend. A fat, dirty receptionist knocked on the door, asking if we'd bathed yet. We didn't know where the showers were, so she offered to take us there. Bleach hasn't been used here since the building was built! A plus-size lady is sitting on the toilet with no door, who, by the expression, is performing need no. 2. The showers look like Turkish spas and the traffic is fast. Fat lady in a rubber apron showering women and men like a treadmill. They stripped us naked, and we put our things in a locker. It's freezing here. Greta's gnashing her teeth. Fat spa lady Maria screwed an anal enema attachment onto the shower, stuck it up Irma's ass, and she just screamed. I had to laugh. Her face was priceless! Greta's ass was clean after yesterday's exam, but Irma's was not. Another busty girl kept touching our asses, and as she watched us masturbate, complimenting us on how beautiful we were, well, that's in a different league.