Mangekyou
What is the greatest torture you can heap upon a person?
Distorted negative clouds drift across the not-quite-sky of an inside-out world, and eyes roll back into the dark of a mind seeking unconsciousness, yet always, over and over again, refocus. The healthy, alert, aware state in which this realm, this hell-hole was entered, cannot be escaped.
Countless hours of prismatic, compounded pain are spun out one after another after another. Every second is meticulously meted out by the captor, a gross sadist of a man who has carefully trained his talent for prolonged, imaginative punishment.
The victim screams and claws and quivers brokenly for release, trying with every bead of sweat and spatter of blood and every tear lost to dig their way out of perdition.
And then the moment passes, and the aftershock hits the body itself like a pelting storm of leaden razors. They wonder, adrift in insanity, why they sought the true light and the real colours at all. Until oblivion wraps around them in a soft cloak of unfeeling peace.
They call it the Kaleidoscope.
They named it after a child's glittering toy.