For a time the Prison was able to keep him under control via complete sensory deprivation. Barely conscious from synthesized chemicals pumped straight into his veins, he floated there within the anti gravity chamber for upwards of three years. For a kymera such as him that time felt like mere months, however. All the nutrition he needed to survive was given to him by the same tubes and needles which kept him sedated.
Within this hell where he could not see, hear, or sense anything, he began to adapt. The infernal helmet which had been placed upon him slowly ceased to contain his tortured mind. Where others might have given in to hopelessness he had succumbed to pure and bitter rage. The hatred within him never stopped growing, and with it swelled his power, until it overflowed.
It seeped into the minds of all the prisoners nearby. All any of them could dream was of him. All any of them could hear was his demand to be set free. Some were driven mad by his anger and his presence.
It was only a matter of time before one of them decided to answer his hellish call.
, mind control
, digital media
, original species
, mind break
, sensory deprivation
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15 Dec 2019 00:16 CET
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