"And where were you going?" he asks softly, calmly,
"You know I can't allow any of your kind to get away," you
can sense he's shaking his head as if mildly disgusted, "Every
one of you are nessecary to my plan. He presses a hand against your
back and you shriek with agony. Your back has been subjected to severe
and repeated lashings with the chain whip, and your back is covered
with deep, broad scars that are sensitive to even the lightest of
touches. And this guy wasn't being too gentle.
"Your second attempt at escaping, 4932? Tsk. Maybe I should be
the one to encourage...staying with us."
Meaning, basically, you were going to end up a personal punching bag.
Things aren't looking very good....
It's dark. You stumble blindly, tripping on the uneven stone
floor. You hear your breathing in a sobbing staccacto beat, ignoring
your tired, aching legs that nearly give out with every panicked
footstep. The tunnel branches! You're almost free...wham! You run
right into your captor, who is looking reproving and filled with a
gentle insanity. He grabs your arm and you utter a muffled shriek as
his hard fingers dig into your battered wrists. He mancles your wrists
together and lifts you up by the short and spikey chain.