me hullo my name is danny quinn i live in a box the box is round it hurts to move will you be my friend there is a boy stripped of his manhood by terror his emotions out of control he lives in a spherical box the walls are cold and dark smooth with a marble surface the spikes in the walls are big and point at the boy with rusted tips dripping with venom as he cowers at the center of the ball naked his head hidden in his hands the box is shrinking slowly iron stakes move closer to his heart the longer ones press against his innocent skin the points tainted with madness chaos hatred and malice shorter ones dig little by little into the naked boy s feet and back they are composed of fiery metal and sting as they pierce the flesh sizzling and steaming they boy does not cry out only holds his head in his hands then the little nails disappear just long enough for the scabs to form a crack in the box is over his head and white light stabs the bloody darkness and the boy stares at his feet afraid to move his eyes consuming hope