[CENTER][B]Lhingril[/B][/CENTER] I'm awakened by that flower's scent where I hang upside down from the cage's ceiling. They never gave me any form of bed, not that I needed one. Ever since they began running high voltage through the walls of my prison I've slept hanging from the ceiling to avoid rolling around in my sleep, and accidentely shocking myself unconscious when coming in contact with the walls. I'd find this scent of hers a much more pleasant wake up call than the electricity if it wasn't used against me as psychological torture. They must have been so content when they realized they could torture the two of us just by putting us next to each other. I feel a primal hunger every moment of every day now. Were it that I could look away from her and she'd lose her influence on me, I would, but it's the damn scent she produces. I know I have a similar psychological effect on her, as she sobs and talks in her sleep. To her I'm the nightmare she falls asleep in and wakes up with, as if being locked up wasn't bad enough. I've likely associated that smell to a constant hunger which drives me mad by now. There's a second scent, one which is rage, hatred and fear. I'm not afraid of her, but that second scent inspires caution at least. The guards don't do much to me anymore, not after I impaled one of them on my leg like he were some doll and not human at all. He provoked me one time too many, but I still suffer for it. They rarely feed me, and whenever they walk past my cage they quicken their steps. I'd lie if I claimed that I was as strong as before, but I still feel fine under the circumstances. I suppose I'm biding my time. I don't have much choice. I'm under constant watch by cameras, and if they were to detect any suspicious activity in my cage I imagine it would be met with extreme measures. If I were to get out I'd become the nightmare of the whole station, hiding in the dark and the crawl spaces they'd never think I'd fit in. I would try to turn it into a ghostship by killing every guard and worker, slowly though, so that the stories about what I did to this place would become known in the furthest reaches of space too. This is how I entertain myself in here, by imagining all the ways I'd kill everyone and assume control. The other way is studying the flower. I think I know every inch of her body, each leaf, scar and petal. Yeah, I'm so bored that I'm watching a plant wilt away. There's others than the two of us that's kept prisoners here, but her scent drowns out the rest of them. Perhaps it gives me a sort of peace of mind in that way, as I'm only focusing on one prey and not twenty at once. I hear their whining and crying. I've not once shown the guards any weaknesses like everyone else seem to do daily. I don't have it in me. ----- [CENTER][B]Eldarwen[/B][/CENTER] I float through eternity, free of the chains of time. The concept of time itself feels unfamiliar to this place. I am born. I live and I die, just like time begins and ends in each of these universes. It controls me and everyone else for a moment, then I float through the nothingness of eternity once more. I have godlike powers in some, while in others I'm as insignificant as a fruitfly. There's others accompanying me on this journey, but whenever we met I have to reintroduce myself to them. They forget, but in the dreams I do not. I wake up in darkness on a hard bed with water in my eyes. There's always water in my eyes after I've dreamt. There's such beauty in the dreams, but when I'm awake there's only horror. I feel her staring at me like she always does in this reality. This reality is just the two of us mostly. It's unnerving to have her stare at me. I used to be afraid of her gaze, but I believe if she could have hurt me or gotten closer she would have already. We've been here for what feels like an endless amount of time in comparison to the dreams. I've wondered if I should introduce myself to her, and if she would remember me. They've bound me to this bed, but I was bound to her before that. The pain of her presence made me inflict more pain on myself trying to get away. Eventually they had enough or didn't want me to hurt myself, because maybe they need me for some reason. I'd like being needed again, but not by them. They made me this way. They stole my purpose. The straps struggle against my body as rage flows through me, moving my wooden muscles, and making my flowers produce the only scent I've found keeps the spider at bay. I think having her cage next to mine means they don't dare to harass me like they used to do. Especially not after what she did to the last guard who punched me. I thought their armor-like skin was supposed to protect them, but I must have been wrong. It was the first time I saw such gratuitous violence. It was also the first time I saw a guard throw up. So I fear what only a fool wouldn't fear, but this is a form of symbiosis. I keep my rage under control and stick to a sweet scent out of respect. To be honest, what really scares me in here is not the spider, but my own mind and body. My thoughts calls for destruction of this hideous crime against nature that I've been transformed into. I know I should do it, because I've got nothing left to exist for, and yet they're preventing me from doing it. Others have surely perished in this darkness, so why won't they do it to me or let me do it myself. I cried and I begged for weeks, but there was no sweet release. I'm just another prisoner.