❥Chapter 2: I don't wanna talk right now

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Lloyd slowly woke up due to beams of sunlight beginning to flood the room he'd been resting in. He felt as if he'd just slept for decades and caught up to all the sleep he'd ever lacked over the past years. For the first time in a long while, he found that he was ready to get up and do stuff right as he opened his eyes. Unfortunately, he quickly realized, things weren't that easy.

When memories came flowing back to him and Lloyd realized where he had just awoken, he tried to bolt uprights, but was stopped by something pulling at his wrists. He looked up at his hands, and saw that they had been connected to the bed that he was lying on with handcuffs - a pair of cuffs for each hand. Only, the manacles that were holding him down weren't actual handcuffs. They were made from plastic, with something soft lining their insides, making them feel more comfortable than normal, sharp and metallic shackles would. On top of that, they were coloured a quite dark, yet vibrant shade of purple.

Lloyd found his face heating up when he realized what kind of cuffs those probably were, briefly wondering why she even had those. Then, there was indignation, because why the hell wouldn't he be worthy of being chained with actual handcuffs? Did Harumi really think he had learned nothing at all, during the time he'd spent with the ninja as a kid?

Only after he was done getting himself worked up about Harumi and her antics, did his heart clutch with fear, when he realized that he was currently stuck, real handcuffs or not, and completely at the mercy of someone who had just murdered his friends the day before - or however long it had been since then. Seeing as he wasn't able to properly assess his current situation - and escape routes - though, he decided to try his best to remain calm and just wait things out for now, seeing as Harumi apparently had not been lying when she'd said she wouldn't kill him.

Maybe she would bide her time for half a year again, and wait with killing him until he, somehow, once more found out that she was lying. Lloyd knew he could not stay around for that to happen, but it wasn't like he planned to be stuck here for six months. Surely, Harumi didn't intend to keep him chained for the rest of his life, right? He should wait for a bit and see if she would reveal what her plan with him even was. Because- what even was her plan? Where was she going with all this? What was she trying to achieve by taking him, back when she'd come after him, instead of just getting things over with and simply killing him right there and then?

He thought about the different possibilities and reasonings for quite some time, but could never come to a conclusive answer for any of his questions. His entire world had just been thrown upside down, and he quite honestly had no idea what to expect or think. Eventually, he gave up on thinking and tried to fall asleep again, since sleeping was by far the best way to kill time. However, sleep didn't grant him another visit to free him from this misery; it had already spent far too much time accompanying him, and now all his body wanted to do, was to get up and do something. He couldn't, though, and he cursed a certain white-haired girl for that fact.

Harumi entered not so long after.

"Finally you're awake, Sleepyhead!" she noted with an almost childlike excitement, the same that would always sparkle in her eyes when she talked about- whatever. Her love for cats and other cute animals was probably fake, too. Everything had just been faked, so she could use him. Harumi's bright white hair bounced against her shoulders as she practically skipped across the room with a look of pure glee on her face. Lloyd had previously always found that it reminded him of ice cream in the summer and angels and Heaven and everything nice, but now all he could think of, was winter ice and cold and drugs; something you still wanted for some reason, even after you found out how terrible it was. Something of which you then wished you'd never found out how bad it truly was. Or, from which you wished you'd never even met- no, seen it in the first place.

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