by Shade » Tue Sep 08, 2009 12:44 am
"We were split up, of course. I went to work in the quarries, but I was constantly in rebellion," Nyx continued. "At first I refused to work and I fought back with all the strength I had at the moment and I was constantly shot at, at even the slightest form of rebellion. And well the majority of the Kapos were human and so were the inmates. Eventually they all started to wonder, why I never grew thinner, why I never grew weaker, and why I wouldn't accept rations, and why I never died when I was shot where a human would be fatal. I would usually feed off of the people who everyone knew would die the next day or the people who were begging to die and I tasted every disease, every injection, every bit of their soul being worn down as mine. My physical appearance never changed, but my spirit was being worn down, until it was non-existant. And the smell, at one point they had me working the mass graves and there wasn't a moment when the scent of burning flesh wasn't present in almost every part of my body. When I couldn't be contained they chained me up with the heaviest stuff they could find and the soldiers would mock and 'play' with me. And after a time I kinda gave up."
Sugar. Spice. Everything twice. I'm the left and the right, in a word: Nice.
