Reid nodded, sliding both hands into his pockets anxiously. He nodded as she told him to go on, frowning a little. "I don't really know... I mean, we uh, we just sort of woke up there... Obviously we were placed there by the Management to observe the others who weren't in the bunker, who... they were being tortured in different ways, uh... some-someone was being cut into, someone else was being drowned..." He was being vague, he remembered every detail only too well.
"It's called sadistic voyerism, it's the act of deliberately causing distress onto another person, typically weaker or in a less able situation than yourself, to enjoy watching and observing it yourself. The Management, they uh... they put us in these cruel situations either to please and amuse themselves, or because they honestly believe they are at the brink of an experiment of some description.
"There was a book - a DSM-IV - in the bunker with us, as well as food. We were starving but we couldn't eat. Most people couldn't even watch... but the Management expected us to psychologically evaluate those being tortured and write our findings on a whiteboard."