it has been getting more and more used to the silence its mentor imposes upon it. Each night in its cell stretches on for what seems like an eternity. In the beginning of the night, tied in tight chains and unable to lay down, its brain fights the pain but normally, it has its mantras to keep it company. Last night it was told complete silence, not even mantras.
t obeyed but what had become affirming in the dark was gone and the first hours were a struggle, its brain trying to make sense of the pain, isolation and sensory deprivation...its a slave, this is its home...tried to creep in over and over in its subconscious mind...but it never once spoke the words....just deep dark silence.
And then it slept...or did it? dreams and fantasies came. The fantasies become more real...he said to it, when the fantasies feel real you are sleeping...they feel real. They are extreme to say the least. its deepest darkest fantasies of being...a gimp?...coming true. having everything restricted, every body function, even the food and water taken over for it by machines...kept in suspended animation until its someday Master wants to use its holes or punish its body.
No thoughts enter of politics or troubles in life, only peace and darkness and suffering in stillness as it goes further down the hole...
