A process cannot be understood by stopping it

[sadtranslation]

All that nightmare lasted for a couple of hours - or maybe more since Lloyd lost the time sense while his formerly white shirt became red of blood from his cut lip and grey of dust. One of those bitches was unmercifully beating him, another one restrained her from that from time to time and asked questions about him in the most haugty tone. She asked about his friends and relatives, his work and everything up to the most humiliating parts of his biography.

Llloyd spitted out a clot of blood. He was in different world where there were no apartments on the floor where he had no need to breath smog, no high society parties, no whores for twenty thousands credits per hour, no fast gliders to get from one part of City to another in a minute, no fizz and that wild grass from Gaia, no acute care that will grab him and make him look presentable after all that.

They wanted something. They hadn't kidnapped him for some random reason. And now all he wanted is to stop that.

"So what do you want from me?" Lloyd hissed with the features convulsed.

"Clever boy, finally you understood that we're not here because of boredom.", Tweedledum giggled in return.

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