Death took you from me, but One Day Ill Find You Again

Chapter 6

The stench was still bad as ever as his group entered the warehouse, this had become his routine since they did his patch work of medical care. After a day or two he was brought in this warehouse, be it with more people than when he first came.

"Day 63." He mumbles as he walks to his station.

"No talking." The guard says as he smacks the back of the head.

There's no reply, he took the hint, he had learnt that after the first week don't speak. The wounds which were kept clean had started healing though at this point he rather they didn't look after them.

Looking at the station the various items were set out ready for them to prepare the packages with powder. He settles on making them, he knows what will happen if the quarter wasn't hit and he didn't fancy that treatment. After a few hours he had a healthy pile going.

"See everyone, this is how it's done. You should all follow 33 and produce like this." The man shouts next to his station.

This was a tactic to make sure the others didn't like him, but in the same way it kept him alive and made his escape plan more possible.

"Back to work. 33 follow me, the boss wants to see you."

This was something new he wasn't expecting, as he got up and started following the guard the others gave him sad looks like they knew what was coming, but in the time he had been here no one had been called to the boss.

They stop at the door, as they enter the gruby warehouse they were made to work in is transformed into a luxury office.

"Ah 33 I have heard great things about your work rate." The boss explains. He wanted to answer back but knew better not to.

"My men have brought it to my attention that you like to mumble and backchat. I get that you have a mind of your own, but I can't have you upsetting the other workers so I will have to teach you a lesson." The boss says as he gets up from his chair, cane in his hand.

He feels his leg being kicked which gives way too easily, there's a scar on it he doesn't remember what for, but soon that thought disappears as his shirt is roughly removed and his arms held out. The boss goes round the back of him and he knew what was to come.

"This will teach you to be quiet, if you carry on more extreme measures will be taken to keep you quiet." The boss says and the sharp pain of the cane hitting his skin makes him scream.

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"Hey Oliver, it was just a nightmare." Marg's voice hit his ears and he knew he was safe.

"I'm sorry." He says, running a hand over one of the scars.

"It's fine, you are ok, do you want to talk about it?."

It wasn't something he liked talking about, but she knew where he came from. Even took him in.

"Just a nightmare about... well you know." He mumbles.

"I guessed, but you aren't there anymore, you escaped and ok we're not far from the border but as I explained they aren't dump enough to come over and look for you. You are safe. Plus you do live with me." She grins, sitting next to him.

"Yeah, I know but still doesnt stop the nightmares, and thank you again for taking me in and not reporting me."

"I knew you were harmful, you saved my nephew, as reporting goes you know my stance on that but I don't push as that's what you want. I just hope your memory comes back." She says, pulling him in for a hug.

"Oh forgot, can't do our lunch date, I got asked to work all day shift, and I need the money. Rain check?"

"Or I can come in and annoy you in between customers." She says.