Days Since Capture: Unknown
Escape Attempt: 1st

Subject Designation: 4N0n


It feels like your body is on fire, as your lungs scream in pain gasping for every breath your muscles sear with acidic pain, your heart feels like a jackhammer in your chest as it threatens to burst and your head swims with exhaustion, fear and pain. Your stomach clenches painfully over and over trying to purge, but you emptied it long ago.

Despite all this terror drives you on, you can't even think right now. There's no blood or oxygen that can be spared for your brain, you have to get away, gotta run.

Must escape.

Blindly you dash down the dark and silent corridors, your bare feet pounding along the cold floor making a rhythmic thud below. A jolt of pain as your foot cramps up sends you sprawling painfully to the ground smashing your chin on the wood and making lights of pain explode in front of your eyes, but your fear propels you to your feet and you scramble forwards once again.

"This way!"

Distantly behind you there's a call, a woman's voice that numbs your whole body in abject fear. You dare not even glance back for a second, you refuse to let yourself be caught and get dragged back to that living hell.

Her cold visage, one devoid of expression beyond a cool curiosity is burned into your memory so fiercely that it gives you nightmares. The very sound of her voice sends you into a cold sweat that stings your eyes.

"Got'cha!"

Someone jumps out in front of you from a door further up the hall, presumably one of those monstrous rabbit girls that serve your tormentor, with a burst of fear induced strength you knock her down and dash past her without even slowing down. Barrelling your shoulder into her stomach you send her flying then turn into the door she came from recklessly.

But you're running down another corridor with nothing to distinguish it from the one you left, the same dark wood floor and screen walls that seems to extend endlessly before and behind you.

From beyond the door you just left you can hear the sounds of pursuit draw nearer, hot tears of desperation run down your face as despair threatens to consume you. But survival instinct drives you further even though yours is not a body used to exerting itself that now threatens to fail any second now, the promise of pain to come should you be captured again brings forth hidden strength.

Despite the agony you're in now, it pales in comparison to the pain that buzzes angrily behind your eyes like you've got a head full of angry wasps.

You don't know what she did to you; you just wish it would stop.

For what seems like hours you run beyond your limit down this infinite featureless hall, occasionally you make a sudden turn to try and evade your pursuers but you never seem to make any progress.

"I think that's enough exercise for one night, don't you?"

Daggers of ice split your heart and you go weak at the knees sending you sprawling to the floor again, a foot is placed upon your back and begins to push you down.

"At least you have proper manners, although your bow should be a little lower."

Squirming under that cruel boot you twist your head desperately to look upon her face; there lit by the cruel and callous moonlight is the one who has made you suffer so, in this light you can't help but notice how she has a horrible beauty. It highlights her noble features, deepening the shadows around her luminous eyes; shimmering like ice crystals off of her silver hair and making her soft half smile seem harsh and threatening.

"While I've enjoyed your little escape, it's certainly livened up what promised to be a boring evening." Her voice switches from amused to harsh in a moment.
"I do not appreciate the damage you did to my facilities."

Just as the pressure on your back was letting up she brings it down hard once again crushing your chest painfully against the cold, hard floor. But her mistake was to not keep you pinned like this, as she withdraws her foot you spring backwards and away.

Within seconds you're on your feet and running again, eyes screwed shut trying to shut out the pain that threatens to split your head open you run in the opposite direction to her.

"Udonge, if you'd be so kind?"

Who? It sounded like she was addressing someone, fighting off a wave of nausea you open your eyes to be greeted by the sight of another one of those rabbit girls. However this one seems different, more collected and dangerous as she holds herself with confidence, grace.

But still, she's just one girl and you've already pushed past one before if you can get past her maybe you can evade her master, you just have to......


A flash of pain cuts your thoughts short, something impacts your chest then...

Blissfully you loose consciousness for a second before you're restored agonizingly back to the waking world. Your eyes snap open, the rabbit girl is hovering above you with her long lilac hair brushing against your face, those deep red eyes regard you reservedly and behind you there's an arm holding your back up, presumably hers.

"Hey." She says simply, your mouth tries to form words but no breath comes. You've reached your limit.
"Not dead are you?"

Gently you shake your head knocking some stray strands of her hair swaying, behind you the presence of her mistress looms over you both even though you can't see her.

"Good work Udonge, I was growing tired of his pointless flight."

That voice, that callous and collected voice that gives the order to hurt you over and over. That voice galvanizes your mind with fright once again, with what strength you have left you grabs the girl's clothes weakly.

"P-pl-please! D-don't let her take me! Don't let her hurt me anymore!" Wildly you beg this stranger for help, tears streaming across your dirty face once again.
"I won't tell anyone you're here! I'm begging you! Don't hurt me! Don't hurt me!"

Over and over you whisper "Don't hurt me." as your voice finally begins to fail you, the girl's eyes widen but she doesn't move for a long time. Eventually she drags you to your feet as she stands, holding you and supporting your arm over her shoulder so you're face to face with the Mistress.

Calmly with an empty expression she examines you, refraining to touch you as if you were something unpleasant. Even now her mere presence makes you tremble with fear, when she takes a step closer you flinch.

She sighs.

"Should I take him back to the clinic master Erin?"
The rabbit girl's voice is level, expressionless.
"No."

Your heart leaps, hope wells up like a spring of water within you gushing forth filling you with excitement. You don't even dare to breathe in case this is all an illusion, as if it might all be taken away if you make even the slightest move. Silently you thank the gods over and over; you make prayers and promise to never reveal this place to the rest of the world so long as you live if they let you go.