Insect Prison Remake: -v1.0- -eroism-

The needle touched his neck.

She smiled. It was the most terrifying thing he had ever wanted. Insect Prison Remake -v1.0- -Eroism-

“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.” The needle touched his neck

He was anticipating the next injection.

He looked up at Sess. Her gown of chitin had parted slightly, revealing not skin, but a second layer of smaller, writhing insects—book lice, she called them—that groomed her exoskeleton in a frantic, loving dance. “Warden

The world split .

“This is Eroism-v1.0,” Sess purred. “Not eros as you know it. Not love or lust. The essence of desire. The raw, unformed need that precedes all pleasure and all pain. We will inject it, and then we will watch your redundant little heart learn to beat in new, desperate rhythms.”