In a cold, barren room with nothing but a bed and a single small window, Micah lies there once again, utterly helpless.

Footsteps approach. Each measured step echoes through the hollow space, growing louder as they draw near. As always, Micah's body begins to tremble at the familiar sound.

He knows what's coming. What they might do to him today.

Creeeeak—

Ah... no... please... I can't take any—

His desperate plea is cut short as rough hands silence him, lips crushing against his own.