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EV Week 10, Day 6 event post
Dec. 1st, 2014 08:57 pmFour days spent locked inside a cage like some sort of animal, on display for everyone to see.
Four days spent watching others in the same predicament being systematically tortured, waiting for the moment when it would be his turn.
Four days spent in confusion, wondering why nothing was done to him when out of all of them, he probably deserved whatever punishment they were going to give - he had helped steal that ruby, after all.
Four days spent in fear, using the communicator to beg for help that wouldn't -couldn't- come.
The fifth day, he was prepared for more of the same, huddled down against the bars and ready to cover his ears to block out the sounds around him. The fact that he'd somehow managed to go this long without eating or drinking anything had started off as worrysome and kind of scary, but the longer it went on, those concerns were pushed aside in favor of that horrible feeling of impending doom, of an indescribable pain and punishment he couldn't even begin to imagine. Never again was he touching anything that didn't belong to him. This wasn't worth it.
Behind those bars, he was completely at their mercy, and all he could hope for was that whatever they decided on, it was swift.
[[ooc: Purple prose and actionspam are both fine by me!]]
Four days spent watching others in the same predicament being systematically tortured, waiting for the moment when it would be his turn.
Four days spent in confusion, wondering why nothing was done to him when out of all of them, he probably deserved whatever punishment they were going to give - he had helped steal that ruby, after all.
Four days spent in fear, using the communicator to beg for help that wouldn't -couldn't- come.
The fifth day, he was prepared for more of the same, huddled down against the bars and ready to cover his ears to block out the sounds around him. The fact that he'd somehow managed to go this long without eating or drinking anything had started off as worrysome and kind of scary, but the longer it went on, those concerns were pushed aside in favor of that horrible feeling of impending doom, of an indescribable pain and punishment he couldn't even begin to imagine. Never again was he touching anything that didn't belong to him. This wasn't worth it.
Behind those bars, he was completely at their mercy, and all he could hope for was that whatever they decided on, it was swift.
[[ooc: Purple prose and actionspam are both fine by me!]]