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Another tear rolled from my eye, lonely and cold and so fucking symbolic.
I sat and waited for more instructions, but none came. A chill swept through the room with the silence. The ticking had long stopped, but it still echoed inside my ears.
I focused on it for minutes...hours...and eventually, hand in hand with the stranger next to me, I fell asleep.
Chapter 2
Mercer
Iopened my eyes, blinking at the sight of the stone cell, a concrete box with no way out. No windows. Nothing but a dust-filled vent that made the air in here minimal and hard to breathe after a few hours.
A woman’s delicate frame rested against my shoulder. Her hand, tightly clutching to one of mine, pulled the chain around my wrist to an uncomfortable position.
She was cold, trembling in her sleep and looking to be having some kind of nightmare. Her free hand was wrapped around herself, locked tight to her skin, and I couldn’t tell if it was to keep herself warm or to hide the fact that she was naked.
Her swollen lips and the stickiness inside my underwear hinted at what had happened.
I looked down over myself, eyes scanning my zipper and the undone button. My shirt was tucked into my boxers, the waistband stained by my cum, no doubt.
I wouldn’t judge her for what she had done to me.
I wouldn’t judge the maniac who locked us both in here. He had his reasons. As fucked up as they were.
Chapter 3
Feebee
Someone’s fingers clamped around my hand, squeezing gently, pulling me through the sludge that encouraged me to sleep. My eyes blinked, struggling to stay open.
The man sharing this room was no longer asleep.
He was no longer bound and chained to the wall, either.
His eyes were opened and hypnotizing, making me believe for one second that life wasn’t as bad as it actually was. The palest blue dug into me, straight into my heart—or whoever’s heart it was—and pulled more tears to my eyes.
“I did something awful to you.”
The pretty blue stare dropped from my face and fell to the concrete. He knew. He already knew what I had done. I could see it written all over his face.
And it made me feel worse.
His head lolled back in my direction, and he took in my body, shaking with cold and lined with a thousand goosebumps to prove it. His gaze lingered on my chest, and I didn’t even try to hide. I felt like I owed him something for taking from him. Not that this would be something he would want in return.
He made no comments. Spat no hate. Though I waited for his venom to hit me in the face, I apologized when it didn’t. “I’m so sorry. So, so sorry.”
He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small half-used pad of sticky notes and a red crayon. I blinked again, my heavy eyes losing the image of him. When I opened them, a message sat on the top sheet.
That’s a big scar.
I took a deep breath, grateful that he focused on the history of my heart surgery and not what I had done to him. Grateful that he would still talk to me when I had no one else in the world.
I simply nodded and looked away.
The knife in the distance was gone, replaced with a tray lined with fruits and vegetables, all drying and growing tasteless. They had been out for a while.
“Where’s the knife?” I asked, noting it wasn’t in the distance.
I scanned his clothes and rigid position to try to discover if he could be hiding it to enact real revenge.
