This damn cell never changes. Always the same light, same musty smell and gross damp air. Every time they throw me in solitary, it feels as if I never left. My cell untouched by the many inmates being tortured while I rest.
At least it's a break from the screams, not that I mind hearing them. It's just unpleasant when you're trying to sleep. That's why I keep having them put me here, the guards Cathy and Lucy leave me alone for the most part. Thankfully because those women scare me with their obsession with "punishing sinners".
This prison reeks of death, the prisoners are horrible and the guards are worse. I can't wait until my time in here is up, every moment I spend in here, the sicker it makes me. Me being mixed with the scum of society. It's almost laughable when you think of it.
"You're going to stay in solitary confinement for three days. You'd better have a better attitude after or your stay will be extended by a month for bad behaviour." The guard said before locking the door on me. I knew these things, but I didn't care. It was a break from the pathetic whimpers and cries of the tortured criminals. A good nights sleep uninterrupted from Cathy's ear splitting cackle while beating an inmate within an inch of their life.
I sigh and lay down on the metal plate serving as my bed and closed my eyes. I'd better start catching up on my sleep now, I'd rather not be in this filthy hell hole longer than need be.
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Your Angel of Death
FanfictionYou're an angel given the job of judging sacrifices, what else is to there? At least that's what the priest said. This isn't an x reader, at least not atm but it is a reader insert.
