"Be quiet!" He erased the kids mouth, filling the room with silence. His expressions hinted that he was screaming, but no noise came out.
Parquatz wore a psychotic grin, he leaned in close to the kids ear "You will be an example that I'll enjoy"
After seeing how his face looked, he erased his ears.
Then he did the other ear.
Then a leg.
The other arm...
He continued on for minutes, one by one erasing the limbs and parts that make a person until there was nothing left but an eyeball.
Still moving, the iris dotting around. It was extremely irritated, feeling the dirt that was on the floor.
"Alright, now lets go into further detail on exactly what you guys will be doing from now on"
Parquatz moved on with his explanation, but Pheo couldn't focus, he continued to stare at the eyeball. Questions about its existence filled his mind.
How is it still alive? Could it still feel? If so, what DID it feel like?
As someone who has spent countless hours reading, everything about it is an anomaly.
The eyeball kept trying to make eye contact with the people around it, trying to get anyone to help. They say that eyes are a way of communication, at least nonverbally.
Sadly, it was only met with pity or the same helplessness it had.
In the end, they were all sent to their chambers. Pheo looked back just before they left, seeing Parquatz pick up the eyeball.
"You served us well" He told the eyeball as he squished it with his fingers. He took out an ice pick, slowly moving it towards its iris.
Pheo looked away before he thrusted it through. The laughter that echoed throughout the underground caverns would stay in his mind for the night.
A prime example of the powerlessness they had against their three captors.
He shook the iron bars that kept all of them in a room, it was all still as strong as if it were brand new.
Even if he found some chip or rust in the bars, there was Warhound who kept checking up on them every few hours or so. After all, it wasn't just his group that was there.
Across the room were others like him, another group of kids that were trapped. He wasn't interested in all of them however, but a group of them that huddled together.
If only I was with them instead
He saw how unlike those in his group, they still had glimmer in their eyes.
Thinking of how tomorrow would probably be worse, Pheo found himself in a decent position to sleep in and succumbed to slumber.
He dreamt of roaming around the caverns. He moved stealthily, like he wasn't supposed to be there.
I cant move...
Pheo was watching someone else through their eyes, what they see and what they do.
He stopped and ran to cover as soon as he caught sight of Warhound. Or at least, the shadow of Warhound.
His snout was raised up, "Little piggy, this won't end like it would in the fairy tales"
Warhound turned towards his direction, prompting him to run the opposite direction. Taking random turns on the many crossroads presented to him, he eventually found himself in a dimly lit place.
What is this?
He inspected the area. The path led him to a large holding cell, one with multiple rows of bars. They looked brand new, yet already worn down. On top was a name engraved in the walls.
B E A M
A deep growl could be heard within the darkness. It made him back off instinctively. He noticed that right outside were human remains.
"Where am I?"
Bright red eyes shone from the back of the cell, it looked like it came from a scared creature.
"Don't be scared" He blurted out, his arm reaching out to comfort the creature. Slowly, it went towards the light.
A small figure appeared, one of which looked colorful. It looked like a snake, long without any arms or legs. It looked mesmerizing, the way it moved.
The thing slowly inched closer, then touched its arm.
It felt metallic, in some places smooth while in others rustic.
"What exactly are you?" He continued touching the creature, interested in its peculiarity.
But curiosity killed the cat.
Within seconds, the creature grabbed its arm tightly.
"Agh!" He felt needles pierce his body, preventing him from pulling his arm out.
His arm slowly turned blue from the pressure, it felt like he was being drained. He tried to pull his arm away despite the needles, but it wouldn't budge at all.
He looked around for help, managing to find Warhound looking at him.
"Help me!"
The kid cried out to his captor before being pulled through the tiny gap between the bars, crushing him to fit as he disappeared into the darkness of the cell.