"So I'm technically still a prisoner here?"

She spoke over the top of a book she was holding in front of her.

"It could be far worse for you. I could have you locked up again and have you placed under a mental trance. I'm giving you a room with privacy, along with clothes, proper sustenance, not to mention that you have certain freedoms, certain privileges if you will.

You have your will, your own emotions and your own thoughts and you are allowed to go anywhere in this establishment.

You can explore, roam around, fill your curiosity as much as you'd like.

Yet you call yourself a prisoner."

"Being free and having freedom are clearly two different things. Being free to roam some stupid metal castle is not freedom.

Being free to go anywhere outside this establishment that is true freedom".

"You can call it whatever you'd like.

If you want to be venture outside these walls, there will be certain consequences.

I guarantee you that the moment you step out of this establishment you will be liquidated, instantly on the spot".

"Oh you're going back to threatening me I see and I thought we were actually getting along.

Liquidation is a process not something instantaneous".

"Oh yes you're quite right.

Yet the liquidation process and the actual act of liquidation are two different things.

The act is what happens before you are actually liquidated.

First of all you are going to hear the most excruciating high frequency come to your ears that you've ever heard in your entire life, that frequency is going to be so intense your ear drum will simply give in from all the pressure that is also simultaneously building up in your brain.

In other words your ear drums sadly are going to burst open and then there will be such a extreme pain in your noggin its going feel like your brain is being ripped apart, in two pieces.

Oh yes there will be a bit of blood involved after that you'll feel the sweet icy hands of death come to claim you.

So yes I'd stay here if i were you".

Why was i being so nasty again?

"Is that really what happens or are you just trying to scare me?"

She said after what felt like an infinity of silence.

"If you must know yes that's the truth of the matter.

I was just being honest, so I'm sorry for the graphic nature of my description, it's just what really happens just like you said.

Normally such things would never bother me but the death, the torture, the blood, all of those morbid details, but it bothers me now.

Infact deep down it angers me...quite a lot".

"Then why don't you do something about it?"

"I haven't the time that's why.

I have other more pressing matters to deal with like reality for instance".

"So all that blood, that torture and death isn't real enough for you?"

"Oh no, on the contrary I fully acknowledge the existence of such pain and misery but I'm not actually here you see.

I'm not the one that's real and neither are you".

"So all of this is just some grand illusion?

Is that the lie you have to tell yourself so you won't be held accountable for anything you do?"

"Everything I've ever known is illusion, this wealth, this power, all the luxury you see here before you.

So I'm not telling a lie I'm just living a lie.

It's as simple as that."

"So if I'm not actually real why do I mean so much to you?"

"It's rather hard to describe but let's just say that there is another world out there where you actually exist and in that world I'm rather fond of you; you don't hate me quite as much and there's a fair chance that I might even let you go free.

I'm not a villain there, I'm somebody that has some actual redeemable qualities.

I'm not a hero but maybe I could be if I was given the chance but here I have no choice but to embrace my role as the villain.

This is me stepping out of character for moment and then I'll probably have to go back to being a villain again."

"You know the way you talk, you almost have me convinced that you're just the victim here but I know better.

You're just trying to gain my sympathy, a very clever tactic if I might add, but I'm sorry to say it isn't working.

I don't feel in the least bit sorry for you."

"What about when I was spooning you and you were telling how you must have misjudged you?"

My voice was raised in frustration.

She merely just laughed in a cruel manner at this.

"You know very well that I said no such thing.

Since when were you spooning me?

Are you having one of those sick fantasies about me again?"

"No it is not one of my sick fantasies.You told me you didn't think I was so bad.

I'm not...making this up.

Don't you have any memory of your fitting?"

"A fitting, as in measurements and clothes?"

I nodded in a agitated manner.

"I think I would remember such a thing."

"Then how do you explain all of the new clothes in your closet?"

"There was nothing in my closet the last time I checked".

"Well go check it again. You'll see for yourself and you will see what I mean".

She went to her room and I could hear a few clammers on the other side of the wall which was no doubt her opening the closet door and furiously perusing through it, sliding hangers to the side.

She then stormed back into my room.

"When were you going to tell me I had my own walk in closet?

It's absolutely jam-packed, filled to the brim... with clothes.

When did this happen?"

"Well that's the thing, I thought you already knew, you were there, I was there, it all happened... yesterday.

It wasn't some sick fantasy.

You see my dear I might be a bit manic but I'm not a nut case."

"I'm sorry, perhaps I was a bit too hard on you. Maybe I'm the one that's crazy after all".

"No you're not crazy. Just next time don't assume I'm losing my mind.

I'm not a monster, I'm not a villain, I'm just...a person...like you are".

"Oh so I'm a person now.

That's surprising. I didn't know you considered me to be a actual person".

Her tone sarcastic, snide and unbelieving.

"Of course I consider you a person you're not just cargo like the rest of them out there believe.

You're not a possession, a belonging or some sort of play thing, you can just put on a shelf and forget about.

You are unique individual with your own thoughts and feelings.

Unfortunately individualism is rather dangerous here.

There is only one perception, one way of thinking, only one point of view.

Anything outside this thinking process, anything beyond this system of thought and order, is considered insubordinate, disobedient and rebellious.

You are a threat to this system.

A threat to this society.

If you share this new perception, if you share the way you see the world, this whole empire could crumble to pieces.

You see if you escape you could not only share your individualism but you could actually teach others how to be individuals.

If everybody starts waking up, realizing their just tiny gears amongst the huge cogs of this world, if they find out that they are mere pawns and have no purpose but to obey and serve, the end result will be disastrous and true chaos will reign.

I cannot allow that to happen.

So that's why you're here and that's why you'll stay here".

Now she was frightened since I first started out being somewhat decent and then ended up sounding like a madman.

"So how long will that be exactly?

How long will I be here?"

Her words were slow and cautious.

"As long as it takes for you to realize you're not a rebel any longer.

So in other words forever.

Forever sounds rather nice especially if it's spent with you.

Of course forever in human terms simply means as long as you shall live.

So I would make myself at home here if I were you."

"This will never be my home not as long as you exist, not as long as you're here."

Her voice had a seething quality, her words sounded restricted from the venom that she was grinding between her teeth.

"Oh come now, you might as well make yourself comfortable.

Trust me, life will be much easier for you if you just take it easy.

You needn't make a fuss, I mean what are you missing out there in the real world anyway?"

"My Freedom, the human race to which I belong to.

If I stay here I'll truly be lost to the world.

If I remain here I will have lost everything I've ever known.

That world out there as chaotic and rebellious as you think it is, it is still my home.

Nothing you can give me will replace that."

"So literally what you're trying to say is that you're homesick.

That's understandable.

Yet it seems to me that you don't want to be because you are afraid you'll lose control of your life.

Life was normal and unchanging for you before and you don't like this change, you don't want anything to be different, you want everything to be exactly the same.

You appreciate order and you prefer everything to organized just the way you want it.

So what it comes down to, is not so much you're loss of freedom, but the fact you aren't getting your way and you aren't getting exactly what you want.

You're used to doing whatever you please and I think it's about time that you got a wake up call.

You are not the center of the universe Miss Nella.

The world does not revolve around you and

People aren't here to cater for your needs, wants and desires.

Admit it, you're just as selfish as I am."

"You are absolutely crazy!

I am not selfish and even if I was I would never be as selfish as you!"

"All you are is a tiny little rebel girl that has a secret agenda.

You're just another small orphan girl that's just looking out for herself.

You're just another lion fighting amidst the lion den.

You just happen to be stronger and faster, you're teeth and claws are far bigger and your temper is far fiercer than the rest of the caged animals out there that were taken from the wilderness.

Yet remember I let you out of your cage and

I treated you like you were more than just a wild animal.

Everybody wanted me to put you down but I refused.

Some of my advisors acted like I was letting a dragon inside my castle.

However none of them know that I enjoy the heat that dragons provide."

I was ultimately disgusted by myself at this point.

"So I'm just a pet to you am I?"

"A pet is a lovable creature that comes when they called and then crawls into your lap.

You don't exactly fit that image

Somehow I doubt you would ever come crawling to me for any reason, unless of course you were dying and you could barely stand.

That would never happen because you practically in the prime of your life and you are in absolute perfect health.

So a dragon sort of suits you better.

You're fiery and untamable and you wreak havoc and chaos wherever you go.

Bars and chains, locks and shackles cannot contain you.

Oh I must say,that sounds rather poetic.

I really should write that down."

"You are absolutely insane."

"Oh actually I'm quite sane, unfortunately I've been stuck with the role of the jester, who's apparently lost his mind.

I didn't ask to be in this position,I didn't request to be given this role.

I'll be here for a time but I won't be here for long."

"You can speak in riddles all you like but you are not a jester, you are a clown.

I might be just a orphan but you sir are just a big joke.

The whole world is laughing at you".

"I notice you're not laughing."

"I'm in no mood for laughing, my life is no laughing matter.

I'm stuck here and there's no way out.

There is no escape left for me."

I wanted to comfort her.

I longed to hold her close and tell her that there was still hope left yet this was a world without hope; My words would no doubt mean nothing to her.

I wish I was awake and not trapped in this nightmare.

I had to wake up somehow.

Maybe if I tried getting some rest.

I was getting desperate.

Maybe sleep was the awnser.

It probably wouldn't be very effective but at least I could try.