Numb: A Sociopath in Love

Ch. 6 ;)

And here's the next chapter :P Be warned, this isn't some Disney tale you're reading.

The pinch of the knife slightly cutting into my flesh kept me silent but smirking, as his hot eyes glared into mine.

“You’d better learn to shut up and listen,” he seethed, face only inches from mine, “Because I’m getting tired of your bitchiness. All you have to do is tell me what you’re not, and I’ll let you go.”

At my silence, he slammed me back into the chair, withdrew his knife, and left.

His leather hunter boots clopped in the hall as he stormed off, snarling face locked in my memory. I leaned back in the metal chair, feeling both satisfied and a little guilty. The guilty part threw me off; he was the one who was the pain in the ass, keeping me locked up here without proper food or even a bed. I seized that part of my empathy and stuffed away somewhere deep inside me, so now all I felt was immense satisfaction at pissing him off so much all he could so was stomp off.

I almost felt like laughing, but the moment was ruined by the ever-present black cloth bag being thrown back over my head, stifling both my breathing and my spirits. The officer behind me yanked up hard with my arms, and together they marched me down the hall, towards the back of the station, and not to the front where the barred cells were. I didn’t even know if the general public knew it, but there were other cells back here, ones with grey concrete and no bars, but a heavy steel door instead. There was one bare bulb in each of these cells, which numbered a total of five, and no windows or other furniture. Cell #4, the one I was staying in, was as bare as the others, aside from a couple chinks in the concrete walls I’d made with my cuffs, on my first day in there.

I couldn’t even fully remember when they’d first put me in there; it made me apprehensive and alarmed. The days were starting to blur into a constant reality, it might’ve been two days ago, or six.

The officer with the ruddy face unlocked the door, and his partner behind him marched me in silently. Once in, they took off the cloth bag, and slammed the door shut, the sound echoing in my eardrums. I welcomed the lovely blank walls with a sarcastic nod of my head, and took up residence on the western wall, near the back of the room. This was where I’d been sleeping, with my head against the wall, dozing off in an uncomfortable position because I refused to lie down on the disgusting floor.

I sat down, the clink of my handcuffs hitting the floor ringing in my sensitive ears. I frowned, wishing I could rub at them, but my hands hadn’t been free for days. I almost laughed in misery; even my senses were starting to become warped in this place.

From where I was sitting, I could hear that the officers hadn’t left. They were both standing outside of my cell, talking in hushed voices. Every once in a while, I heard ‘prisoner 1’ or ‘inmate 1’, referring to me. It honestly didn’t make sense to me, calling me prisoner 1, because as far as I could tell, I was the only prisoner here. Still, it was starting to have its effect on me, like everything else, and sometimes I had to crane my neck to look down at my silver cross and remember who I was.

Heavy boots stepped outside my cell, and even though I tried to force myself not to, I cringed. He was the one person here who made me search my cell furiously for a way out, the only person who made me nervous and panicked. It wasn’t just his military fashion, or his harsh eyes, because they were traits I liked to think I held myself. It was the way he made the other officers behave.

I’d noticed when they’d started moving past the officer role a while ago, but it hadn’t been until the military officer had started hanging around, usually at night. First it had been an intrusion of my privacy, the officer slamming opening my door loudly, apparently ‘checking’ on me. I knew it was bullshit as well as the other officers, since there was a video camera blinking its red eye at me day and night. Yet only the smallest officer, with the nice smile and longish blonde hair, had bothered to point out the camera. The military officer had thrown him a harsh look, and he’d shut up, moving down the hall, probably so he wouldn’t have to watch.