DEVIANT HEARTS| HEESEUNG

15-Mad Men For Cinderella

MADMEN FOR CINDERELLA

Heeseung

The warm breeze gently caressed my skin, but my body was already burned with the exertion of digging those wretched holes. My jaw clenched tightly as I replayed the mind-numbing task in my head. Suddenly, a forceful shoulder collided with mine, causing me to stumble and break from my thoughts.

My gaze shot up, my eyes narrowing in a glare at the person responsible for my near fall. And there, standing before him, was the epitome of an insufferable jerk. Blue eyes stared back at me, a sarcastic grin playing on his thin lips. A tattoo adorned his neck, while his head boasted a buzz cut.

I fought the urge to deliver a fucking punch to the jerk's nose. I despised human contact, finding it repulsive and distasteful. I couldn't. "Sorry, he. Didn't see you there," the offender sneered with a sarcastic breath. I clenched my jaw, furrowing my brows as I felt my anger rise within him.

"Fuck off," I muttered sharply, watching as the jerk threw my head back and let out an obnoxious cackle.

"You should be grateful your trial is approaching," the jerk falsely cooed, my words dancing on my last nerve. Taking a step forward, I grabbed onto the collar of the jerk's shirt, a fleeting flicker of fear crossing my eyes.

"Don't test his patience, Aron. You're pushing him to his limits, and if you dare cross the line, he won't hesitate to unleash his wrath upon you. His rich ass is teetering on the edge of madness," another inmate interjected coldly. "we are all madmen here, aren't we?" Aron said side eyeing he.

I remained silent, knowing I didn't need any unnecessary trouble with them.

"Have you seen the new therapist?" Aron smirked, my sick nature oozing from his words. I nodded, recalling the intriguing brunette who had caught his attention too.

"What about her?" the disinterested inmate inquired.

"I'm planning to have my way with her," Aron declared nonchalantly. I felt a surge of anger building up within me, an inexplicable urge to pummel Aron into submission. I yearned to seize him by the collar, delivering a powerful blow to his fucking twisted face and following it up with many more. So fucking many more.

"Are you sure about that?" the inmate retorted to Aron. "She seems so young and naïve, like a clueless pretty nerd with those glasses of hers," Aron chuckled, reveling in his own vile words. "I've always fantasized about defiling a nerdy girl," He concluded, causing me to cringe under the weight of my thoughts.

It was as if I could hear the voices in my head commanding me to exact revenge, to have Aron at my mercy and paint the walls with his blood. I loathed every word that spewed from Aron's mouth about her, yet I had to resist the overwhelming urge to act upon those sinister voices inside my head.

I knew I had to leave before the cacophony in my mind grew louder, threatening to consume me entirely. With a heavy heart, I turned away, my steps carrying me away from Aron and the malevolence that seemed to thrive within the prison's walls.

Athena

I strode towards my office, the echoes of deep, masculine voices filling my ears. Each voice carried a weight of authority and darkness, stirring a sense of unease within me. I furrowed my brows in determination, my gaze scanning the surroundings, inadvertently drawing attention from others.

"Look at that, everyone! A fresh piece of meat. I call it curves and dibs!" a man's voice boomed, causing a burning flush of embarrassment to spread across my cheeks. Laughter and crude remarks filled the cafeteria, intensifying my discomfort.