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<span class="mu-s">*BZZT!*</span>
<span class="mu-r">"Gah!"</span>
Your name is <span class="mu-s">Oneir Vat Numal</span> again, and you are being tortured.
You knew it was over the minute the monkey pulled out your secret cargo. The Celestial Blood, a very rare commodity among space traders, is a bit of a secret. Not something you'd want everyone to know you have; trouble is, yo have no idea what it is used for. It could be a weapon, it could be for medical purposes, it could be a drug that makes you feel good all over if you snort it. You have no idea. Despite how fried your brain is right now, your memory can't quite remember any extra details about the trip. It was a routine trading run with a little hidden extra bit of cargo to avoid customs or prying eyes...
<span class="mu-s">*BZZT!*</span>
You are awoken again by that damn buzzer. You've long ago gave up trying to fake being awake to try and catch just a few minutes of precious sleep- whatever computer they have is monitoring you so exactly that the moment you start to fall off, you are instantly awoken again.
<span class="mu-s">*BZZT!*</span>
You babble on with tears in your eyes; so very tired and suffering. Every part of you aches and your eyes are so heavy. You just want to sleep- just for a second, and they won't let you. The contraption they have you crucified on will shock you if the noise doesn't wake you. You've already told them everything- you've even made up things that aren't true. You told them it's a bioweapon made to kill people and they still kept you here. You've told them you don't know and they've still kept waking you up. They won't let you sleep again. Ever.
<span class="mu-r">"P-Please! I'm sorry- I don't know what I did but I'm sorry- please no more... no more..."</span>
<span class="mu-s">*BZZT!*</span>
<span class="mu-r">"I'll do anything you want- please let me sleep... Don't take my life away from me..."</span>
<span class="mu-s">*BZZT!*</span>
You've already humiliated yourself utterly. You told them all your bank codes, all your ship's passwords, everything they could possible want. You've admitted to being inferior to their fair race. You've said that you even deserve this, that you were wrong to accidentally warp into one of their systems. It belongs to <span class="mu-i">them</span>, after all. You're sorry. So very sorry. But no matter how much you beg, they won't stop. They won't talk to you. You are going to die like this.
