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The moment I entered my cell, slit-face slammed the cell door behind me making me jump.

"Jeff, it's your duty to watch over them while I report to the Master. Got it?" Masky spoke.

"Seriously? I have to do it?"

"Yeah, you do. Deal with it. That's an order." With that, Masky turned to his heels and left the premises.

"God dammit, why do I always have to be stuck with these pests..." He sat on a concrete bench, placing his arm on his knee and face in his palm. I'm guessing one of the guys next to me gave Jeff a stinky look because soon enough, the guy in the cell began screaming. Looking back at Jeff, one of his knives was missing.

He fucking threw a knife at the guy.

That alone was able to make my spine shiver in fear. These guys weren't to be fucked with. Though I should've made that conclusion when Masky held me at gunpoint.

I sat with crisscrossed legs on the twin-sized bed, too paralyzed to move. I sat facing the wall since I really didn't want any eye contact with Jeff. Horrendous on the eyes. I would probably go blind if I stared for too long.

『• • • ✎ • • •』

A few moments of pure silence had passed. I began picking at the skin at my fingertips from anxiety. What the hell is going to happen to me? And why me? I didn't understand at all. Thinking about the recent past events, absolutely nothing made sense.

My anxious thoughts were disrupted by a higher-pitched scream than the last one. My guess, it was the scrawny guy. I was unable to tell due to concrete walls obscuring most of my view.

"I'VE HAD IT! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS GOING TO DO TO US?" His voice broke.

Jeff rubbed his temples beginning to chuckle. That mood was switched quickly when he, again, threw his knife at the guy. I flinched at the sound of the man's pained scream.

"FUCK- MY ARM-"

Oh, thank goodness. It was just his arm.

From what I could see, Jeff sent him a death glare as a warning which quickly shut the dude up. I was practically paralyzed with fear by now.

I was jolted from my stiffness when Jeff spoke, "and you..." He trudged up to my cell door. I could feel my wide eyes laced with fear stare back into his, not daring to blink.

"You got anything to say? (Incorrect pronunciation of your name)."

I felt myself gulp hard as I spoke, "It's actually pronounced Y/n-" A sharp knife flew past me, barely grazing the skin on my cheek and cutting a few strands of hair. The blade was pierced into a wall, a few strands of my hair falling off. I felt my lips and eyes twitch, my entire body incapable of moving. [If you lack the possession of hair, then disregard the mentions of hair. I apologize if this bothers you]