I don't remember how long I've been there.

GULP GULP

I have vague "memories" of camping. Then being taken. Then being in the hive.

Golden hexagonal columns that went on forever.

GULP GULP GULP GULP

There were others in vac beds. Then me fighting the guards?

Freedom? Then....all black?

GULP GULP GULP GULP

But now I'm...here...in a cell.

GULP GULP

This honey nectar....delicious....sweet...

GULP GULP GULP GULP

I feel stronger with each gulp. My body...growing.

Have I always been this big?

...Is this really my body??

GULP GULP GULP GULP

These cuffs are holding me....but they are flimsy

I can break them....easily...

But...why don't I?

Because a good soldier accepts his punishment

Yes. I was not good. I did not accept my Queen's gift.

But...she forgave me. Rewarded me.

GULP GULP GULP GULP GULP GULP GULP GULP

I will serve her soon with my brother and sisters.

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A cell holds a prisoner who is being repurposed to become another enforcer to protect the hive.

Commission wonderfully drawn by WannabePendragon