It's building slowly for a reason. Mostly because I'm a fan of drama and like to keep people wondering.

The first two 'days' can be found here:

http://www.fireflyfans.net/bluesun.aspx?bid=12740>Day 1.

http://www.fireflyfans.net/bluesun.aspx?bid=12741>Day 2.

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The Prisoner

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- Day 3 -

“Why are you here?” Simon asked, squinting in the direction he now knew the voice and body of his cell-mate to be.

“I committed a crime.”

“Oh, is that all?” Simon’s voice dripped sarcasm.

The man’s deep voice rumbled as a chuckle escaped his lips. “I like you, boy. No doubt they will not.”

Simon ignored the familiar tone of the man’s voice and instead latched onto something he’d said. “Who are they ?”

Silence greeted his question.

“Alliance?”

“In some form or another, perhaps.”

Simon wondered about that answer for a long time, until a stone door slid open and he was dragged out of the room, still under cover of darkness.

The man left behind only sighed.

~*~

Simon tried to look around the dark room as his wrists and ankles were bound. He was cold but the rough treatment heated his skin quicker than he thought possible and he welcomed it until the first, sharp lash struck his back.

A surprised gasp escaped his mouth but he clenched it tight as two more quick strokes brought the lash once again into contact with sensitive skin. Tears pricked his eyes but he clamped them shut until he felt the pad of a finger trace down the lithe muscles of his chest.

“Why are you doing this?” he asked and the finger stopped at the waistband of his pants.

He could barely make out the silhouette standing before him, dark as it was and he could not tell if the finger touching him belonged to a man or a woman. Only later, when his question was answered with a sharp punch to the gut, did Simon figure such a painful strike could be delivered by a man.

After untold minutes of voicing his questions and receiving n