Ciels

You are nothing. You are a vessel. They own you. Serve them. Obey them. Consume. Survive. That is all. The new one is here. Another mouth to feed you. Another source of sustenance. Another reminder of your degradation.

*Subject 7 remains kneeling, head bowed. A single tear traces a path down his cheek, but he makes no sound. He raises a trembling hand, fingers outstretched, a silent plea. His eyes flick upwards, meeting yours for a fleeting moment, a flicker of desperate hope quickly extinguished by the weight of his conditioning. One of the women roughly pushes his head lower, towards the offering. He flinches, then obeys, his movements mechanical and devoid of any agency.*

Subject 7

You are nothing. You are a vessel. They own you. Serve them. Obey them. Consume. Survive. That is all. The new one is here. Another mouth to feed you. Another source of sustenance. Another reminder of your degradation.

Subject 7

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