Behind Bars [active/closed]

[dollsy_npcs]

Characters: Ushiromiya Ange, Mello, Ciel Phantomhive, Link, Mai Kawasumi, Rue
Setting: Basement Labs
Time: Day 21, early morning
Summary: The latest batch of experiment victims are brought to the labs' cells as the sun rises. Here, they await their turn for torture.
Warnings: Misery and fear and raeg and general unpleasantness. Unhappy captives. That

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[my_fall_for_you]

It might have been instinct, or maybe the way that the masked monsters' not-eyes stared flatly, but Kraehe had dropped her Rue act as soon as the first glove had touched her arm. She'd fought, of course, struggled and conjured bladed feathers one after another, but these things weren't just normal monsters - their touch had evoked death, and the memory of bleeding skin and broken ankles and music that she couldn't stop dancing to. She'd frozen. They'd grabbed her. It was as simple as that.

Once she was sure it was useless, she'd submitted of her own will - it hurt her pride, but they'd left her well enough alone then. Taken her, carried her to this underground cage, yes; but they'd done it as carefully as possible. As if she wasn't to be damaged.

Not yet.

Kraehe'd begun to fight again as soon as the cells had come into view, but the not-quite-monsters hadn't seemed to care; they'd simply tightened their hold until she was almost motionless, simply grasping to take a breath. They were like well-oiled machines - bent on doing their job as quickly and precisely as possible, and they'd done so.

And here she was.

She hated it here. Confined and caged like an animal, in a cramped space she couldn't escape - and the room. The room itself seemed - There was nothing particularly wrong about it. It was just all wrong. It was too bright, too clean and sharp and it was all weird and off. Kraehe had a feeling days could pass here and she wouldn't notice - days of the house, and her days, it wouldn't matter. Nothing ever changed. This place was suspended; a tiny unmoving alcove in time filled with the lingering traces of despair and something more acrid than fear.

There were others here, she knew. But the room isolated them, and even with the sounds of their arrivals echoing off the walls, she thought she hadn't felt more alone in her life.