𝐃𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄 - 𝘢. 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘢

𝐎𝐍𝐄

𝕻𝖞𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖔 𝖇𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍

❝ 𝙄𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙩 ? ❞

         𝕴 questioned, my face pressing against the biting metal of my cage.
I was trapped like a dog ; and fed like one too.
Police guards surrounded me, watching me like a hawk. Making sure I couldn't try escaping again.

I thought that the 6th time would be the charm but I guess not. My hands gripped the bars, shaking them in attempts to catch their attention.

"Hellooo! Are none of you gonna answer me?"

I pouted, as one of the guards walked up to me, slamming his baton against the cage, his face screwed into one of anger.

"Shut up bitch. You'll get your food when it's time."

"But i'm hungry!"

I whined, my pout turning into a white grin as he slammed his baton against the gate, grabbing my orange jumpsuit through the gaps, grinning cruelly at me.

"I'll give you something to choke on bitch."

My tongue dragged along the metal bar, a wide grin etched on my lips, the officer leaning closer. I pulled back slightly, spitting on his face, my saliva getting right in his eye. He growled,reaching his hand in for me but I slipped away, plopping down on my bed, cackling.

"Psycho bitch!"

"Thank you pumpkin!"

I cooed, picking up a book I had on my bed, crossing my legs.
Time passed on like that. I threw my book on the ground, letting out a big sigh.

Before I could say anything, I heard the door unlocking. I was in something like a giant safe, making sure I couldn't escape this time.
I didn't pay any attention to it, my back turned as I counted sheep out loud.

"Y/n L/n."

"15 sheep! 16 sheep!"

"Y/n L-"

"Can't you see me countin' here Chief?"

I turned around, frowning up at the familiar face of Rumi Usagiyama. She's the crazy bitch who insisted on putting me in this fucking cage. She was the one who ran shit around here and she never failed to remind me about it.