Oubliette

(A Play.) What is more cruel? To trap your enemies in a small, black box with with no hopes of escape? Or to put them in that same box and give them a small window to peek through? These prisoners of war have been forced into a dark abyss where occasionally a gracious light shines down ever so briefly, only to remind them of what they lost. They are the last few remaining, and they absolutely refuse to reform their dangerous ways. They attack each other like ravenous animals; spilling blood and breaking bones as a way to pass the time. Their base instincts keeps them occupied only for so long before the thrill of the body withers and dies. They gladly push themselves further and further into madness, and all the while the doctors above try to get the patients to play nice. It is a living hell, but soon the gods above will make a mistake; a mistake that will force the doctors to either rise above the chaos or become consumed by it.