Craft II (The Craft Saga)

8 - Fuck Up

The next morning I still felt slightly high from the adrenaline of the murder I had committed the day before. I stared at the wall in front of me as I tried with all of my might to feel some glimmer of guilt that I'd taken his life but there was nothing. Sure, I'd killed before whilst working for Roman, I'd even killed one of my closest family members, but I was starting to realise that committing such awful acts and feeling nothing about it wasn't normal.

After Lilith's death, I should have surely felt torn up by the guilt, but all I could think of when I thought about it was how much Lilith had treated me like a child and how she wasn't even a Dagon yet acted like I couldn't be a part of my own family's business. All I could remember was how I'd exposed my identity to save her life and within seconds she'd grabbed her own gun and shot at me. Whenever I thought about the people I'd killed, the only thoughts in my head were my reasons for doing so, and they were always justified.

The day went by slowly and I began to grow curious as Karl never came for me. The hours continued on and I also realised nobody had brought me a single meal or drink of water.

By the time afternoon came, I was feeling dehydrated and I walked to my bars and banged on them, yelling for some attention. Nobody came.

I lay on my bed until evening drew in and my stomach was growling. I knew this day was going to end without anybody coming to feed me, so I closed my eyes and slept.

The next day I woke up and spotted a breakfast bowl and water bottle inside of my cell by the bars. I hurried over and grabbed it, shovelling the bland, sticky meal down my throat to satisfy my hunger. Next I gulped the water in one go and once I was finished, I crawled back to my bed and lay down again.

Tears fell as I stared at the ceiling. I was slowly feeling like I was going insane. I prayed they'd let me out to work with Ollie and wouldn't leave me alone in my cell for another long day.

What if they've found out I killed someone?

The thought popped into my head and it was the only explanation. I was immediately terrified and rolled over onto my side to try and convince myself I was being ridiculous.

Why would they suddenly keep me locked up? Why would they stop my outing with Ollie? Why not even let me out to work in the factory? They even starved me for a whole day... They definitely know.

The day continued with nobody coming to let me out until a random guy opened my bars and placed a bowl of soup and another water bottle on the floor and left without a word.

I ate it slowly, wiping my tears on the back of my arm as I force fed myself with no appetite. I hated not knowing what was going on.

It took a long time to get to sleep that night and all I could think to myself was that it was time to try and get out of this place. Even if I died trying, death was a better option than this life.

I fell asleep to my morbid thought and woke up to Karl opening my bars.

'Let's go!' He waited for me to get up and accompany him and we walked down the hallway together.

I walked behind him as he strolled casually and I frowned in confusion. He was acting so normal.

'Why did nobody come for me the last two days?' I asked, from behind him. 'Why did nobody feed me for a whole day? Not even water!'

'Yeah, we had a situation,' he grumbled, as we reached the door and entered the busy work room.

'What situation?' I asked, my eyes flickering down to his back pocket where I saw his phone sticking out.

'None of your business,' he said, as he led me to my work table.

'Why am I not going out with Ollie today?' I asked, feeling confused as I looked down at the piles of cocaine waiting for me.