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Kaelen looked up. A face leaned down from the amber gloom. It was beautiful in the way a polished skull is beautiful. Features of a woman, but the eyes were compound, fracturing his reflection into a thousand tiny, screaming Kaelens. Her hair was not hair, but filament-thin antennae. She wore a gown of woven chitin that clicked softly as she descended, her movements a series of precise, predatory angles.

He remembered now. The old prison had been about bars and silence. This one… this one was about intimacy. About being known . Insect Prison Remake -v1.0- -Eroism-

Sess watched, her compound eyes recording every micro-spasm. “Good,” she whispered. “The first emotion to cultivate is longing . We’ll starve you of it for a week, then inject you again. You’ll crave the needle. You’ll beg for the resin. And then, we’ll introduce you to the breeding chambers.” Kaelen looked up

“Warden. Curator. Muse.” She tilted her head, a gesture both human and insectile. “The old system failed because it punished the body. We punish the… flavor of the soul. You are emotionally redundant, Kaelen. You feel the same things, in the same order, for the same reasons. Boring. We are going to breed new responses into you.” Features of a woman, but the eyes were