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It wasn’t the boy’s aggravated cries or his captors’ harsh, commanding voices that roused me from the depths of my slumber. Rather the opening of the cell door literally shook me awake, amplifying tremors through my web. Naturally grumpy from this disturbance, I made to get comfortable again and continue my rest. However, I paused, struck by curiosity, as the large humanoid figures dragged one of their own younglings inside the cell, stripping him of his outer garments. He struggled and kicked, howling ceaseless protests until one of them administered him a heavy blow whereupon he curled and fell to groaning, slumping to his knees. Tossing a few white garments next to him, they gave him a final kick and left the cell, closing the door behind them.

I shifted my position, so to better my observation point. The boy was shuffling up to the glowing bars, watching them go. His wrists, I noticed now, were weighed down by equally radiant cuffs. As he neared the iron bars, I could faintly feel the crackling hum of some energized tension vibrating through my web. The boy seemed to feel it too as he recoiled and retreated. He glanced at the pile of clothing and gave an incredulous snort, glancing down at his chains. Crawling back as near as he dared to the vertical shafts, he sat in a fuming silence, no doubt mulling over how he would fight against his captors when they next appeared.

The passing minutes were still and quiet, though thick with the boy’s continued hostile brooding. But eventually, the atmosphere began to slowly diminish, the initial anger starting to wear thin. A sudden shiver ran through the boy’s frame as his blood cooled and the full effect of the chill air overtook him. The rattle of chattering teeth followed soon after and he drew his limbs closer to his body. I could not see his expression from here, but I could tell by his posture he was starting to grow anxious by the circumstances.

Time seemed endless as the youngling sat, rocking slightly, rubbing his arms. White clouds of breath rose in spurts and drifted lazily upwards, disappearing in the darkness above. It was subtle, the change within him, as he slowly turned and grabbed for the white shirt, hugging it close to his body. At last I got to see his face, innocent yet defiant. But there was something else as well; a hollowness in his eyes, a lack of luster or life. As soon as I noticed this, he closed his lids and proceeded to pull the shirt over his head.

To his amazement, and mine, the glowing chains passed through the sleeves like a ghost glides through a wall, ignoring matter and the solid laws of physics. He blinked and muttered a few words, pulling on the pair of whitewashed pants as well. Crawling onto the stone bench beside him, he fervently focused on the glowing cell door as if it would open at his sheer willpower. It, of course, remained a cold and pitiless barrier, unfeeling for the young prisoner’s desires.

I was so entranced by the young one’s intensity that my instinctual circadian rhythm slipped from me completely. I only remembered that I should be sleeping at this hour when the haunting wails of agony and terror bled shrilly through the walls. The boy started at the sound, pressing himself against the freezing wall and shivering. The distant sound of a metallic door and the echo of footsteps followed. It didn’t take long for him to realize that his voice would be joining with the others soon. He let out a low growl like a cornered animal about to be devoured, but it quickly turned into helpless sobs as fear overtook him. The footsteps drew closer and his tears grew thicker, shimmering against his pale skin even in the darkness.

The cell door opened and a white clad man entered, grabbing the chain that was bound to his wrists and tugging forward. The boy resisted, but was forced from his perch and dragged out of the cell and down the hallway; on his way to the first of his new nightmarish routine....

...day by day....

...molecule by molecule...

Description
It wasn’t the boy’s aggravated cries or his captors’ harsh, commanding voices that roused me from the depths of my slumber. Rather the opening of the cell door literally shook me awake, amplifying tremors through my web. Naturally grumpy from this disturbance, I made to get comfortable again and continue my rest. However, I paused, struck by curiosity, as the large humanoid figures dragged one of their own younglings inside the cell, stripping him of his outer garments. He struggled and kicked, howling ceaseless protests until one of them administered him a heavy blow whereupon he curled and fell to groaning, slumping to his knees. Tossing a few white garments next to him, they gave him a final kick and left the cell, closing the door behind them.

I shifted my position, so to better my observation point. The boy was shuffling up to the glowing bars, watching them go. His wrists, I noticed now, were weighed down by equally radiant cuffs. As he neared the iron bars, I could faintly feel the crackling hum of some energized tension vibrating through my web. The boy seemed to feel it too as he recoiled and retreated. He glanced at the pile of clothing and gave an incredulous snort, glancing down at his chains. Crawling back as near as he dared to the vertical shafts, he sat in a fuming silence, no doubt mulling over how he would fight against his captors when they next appeared.

The passing minutes were still and quiet, though thick with the boy’s continued hostile brooding. But eventually, the atmosphere began to slowly diminish, the initial anger starting to wear thin. A sudden shiver ran through the boy’s frame as his blood cooled and the full effect of the chill air overtook him. The rattle of chattering teeth followed soon after and he drew his limbs closer to his body. I could not see his expression from here, but I could tell by his posture he was starting to grow anxious by the circumstances.

Time seemed endless as the youngling sat, rocking slightly, rubbing his arms. White clouds of breath rose in spurts and drifted lazily upwards, disappearing in the darkness above. It was subtle, the change within him, as he slowly turned and grabbed for the white shirt, hugging it close to his body. At last I got to see his face, innocent yet defiant. But there was something else as well; a hollowness in his eyes, a lack of luster or life. As soon as I noticed this, he closed his lids and proceeded to pull the shirt over his head.

To his amazement, and mine, the glowing chains passed through the sleeves like a ghost glides through a wall, ignoring matter and the solid laws of physics. He blinked and muttered a few words, pulling on the pair of whitewashed pants as well. Crawling onto the stone bench beside him, he fervently focused on the glowing cell door as if it would open at his sheer willpower. It, of course, remained a cold and pitiless barrier, unfeeling for the young prisoner’s desires.

I was so entranced by the young one’s intensity that my instinctual circadian rhythm slipped from me completely. I only remembered that I should be sleeping at this hour when the haunting wails of agony and terror bled shrilly through the walls. The boy started at the sound, pressing himself against the freezing wall and shivering. The distant sound of a metallic door and the echo of footsteps followed. It didn’t take long for him to realize that his voice would be joining with the others soon. He let out a low growl like a cornered animal about to be devoured, but it quickly turned into helpless sobs as fear overtook him. The footsteps drew closer and his tears grew thicker, shimmering against his pale skin even in the darkness.

The cell door opened and a white clad man entered, grabbing the chain that was bound to his wrists and tugging forward. The boy resisted, but was forced from his perch and dragged out of the cell and down the hallway; on his way to the first of his new nightmarish routine....

...day by day....

...molecule by molecule...