Idk... uhm read to find out what's happening
I don't own arcane or any of the characters league of legends and riot games do
(I put oc's in the story to make it a little bit more interesting there's also a dude you'll know it when you read it hope...
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(I'm just posting for fun soooo... yeah)
Sarting a fight in the cafeteria only to get into solitary just to sit in peace and quite but of course there are consequences that comes after starting a fight in said cafeteria. Before you go back to your solitary your thrown into a different room to get your "well deserved punishment" as they would call it.
Hitting you with their fist, whips, sliced knives hell they even shot you a few times. Whatever you can imagine they have in that fucking room at that time when your thrown in. But for you no you are a special one, ripping your shirt only leaving you bare for you to turn around with your arms covering your breast, hear the crack of a whip and feeling nails piercing your skin and getting ripped out by force. hearing them laugh and the cracking of the whip going against your back.
Some time passed and they decided it was enough for today. They threw you into the showers to wash the blood off your back. Giving a new shirt (surprisingly) and throwing you back into your cell. Still soaked from the water you put your knew shirt on and lay on the rock hard bed.
Your plan was to initially get sleep when you get back to your cell but the pain is so bad that your probably going to stay awake for a few days.
Your train of thought stopped when you heard your cell door opened, you were about to run your mouth but instead you heard a thump on the ground behind you.
Looking at the wall you hear them run and banging against the bars yelling at the guards to let them out and that their innocent. The screaming got to your head and it made you frustrated but since you can't shut them up properly you rather spoke in a weak voice " Hey...... newbie can you quiet down,their not coming back, if you keep doing that their gonna teach you how to shut up if you know what I mean."
"Who the hell are you?" They ask frustrated. "im your cellmate, brat" you respond in a rude manner. Hearing their footsteps behind you and stopping " No shit sherlock." You turned around slowly to avoid hurting your back more than it already has been. You sat up groaning on the bed and looked up at the figure standing in front off you.
You realized it was a female not really listening to her voice the first time. "Could you move please." She looked down on you for a bit, sighed and moved out of the way. You stood up holding back a groan. Standing almost passing out and taking your shirt off feeling the cloth claw at your open skin, with your back towards her so she can't she your chest. Covering your breast with your shirt and going back to lay down on the floor this time and hopefully fall asleep.
Not giving a flying fuck what she tought about your gashes, you were just here to get sleep and not listen to the shit they talk in the cafeteria or to her. "What happened?" You sighed "nothing. "
It went silent between you both. You turned and looked at her. " Take the bed." She walked to the rock that is a so called bed and sat on it. "Why aren't you taking the bed?" She asked "goodnight." You said trying to fall asleep feeling the burn, the blood slowly trickling.The burning pain on your backside didn't help much with sleeping that night causing you to stay up the whole night
A/N: there's no reason for me to put a note her so bye
