The child's heart beat quicker. The gaze of surrounding faces pierced down upon The Child, like a multitude of moths, drawing closer to a flame. A gentle pit-pat from a leak repeated incessantly, a whirring of a fan cut through the silence, The Child's breaths, became quicker.
"Under the idealogies of our association, your punishment is [REDACTED]."
The Child's fade went noticeably pale. Figures encircled them, hands from all sides gripping The Child in a slow, yet restless assault.
"Hnngh.. G-Get off of-"
A hand quickly silence The Child.
Over the next few minutes, the [REDACTED] happened swiftly, and [REDACTED] was exiled.