I roll over on the concrete floor, curled in a tight ball. It's so fucking cold in here. It doesn't help that all I have for a poor excuse of a blanket, is a tattered rag material sheet. Real fucking high end, I am aware. A lot of us would die during the winter months due to how freezing it gets in here, and how little prevention we had to the extreme low temperatures. Granted, it went the other way around in the summer. It'll be boiling in here, and people will die from heat exhaustion. The lucky just get immensely sick, and puke our guts out, dealing with extreme fevers. I have survived a year total here. As sick as it is, part of it had to do with Susan, as well as the help of my past roommates. Sadly, they are no longer in this world. Not long after helping me, they passed away. Was hard to say to what. There's always screaming, always monsters dragging us out of our cells. Whether those monsters are Corvicts, or people like Susan. With the unfortunate of being the latter's favorite.
I grimaced, thinking of how fucking Susan violated me yesterday. She usually doesn't get that carried away with her harassment. She usually stays in the borderline territory, even though I am fully aware that is still fucked on its own. My body felt like it was pulsing, and my ears were ringing. I don't even want to look at myself. Not that I can, there's only mirrors in the bathrooms. You'd think they would install plastic mirrors in a place like this. Especially the times people go batshit insane, and try to kill each other with the said glass. I guess that was just wishful thinking, but we are seen as less than fucking roaches. Just easier to kill.
Footsteps echoed the walls, in a slow, wide stride. Not Susan. Fucking thank the sky daddy above. Honestly, I'd kiss Lucifer's boots right now for this blessing. As thankful as I was, I still didn't care enough to move from my little ball. Moving in this cold, felt painful.
I hear a tap on my cell bars. Without bothering for a response out of me, I hear their keys jangle, unlocking the squeaky door. "You need to eat," Nuke said, monotone.
He went by Nuke, his name was Rahapolemos. I knew he loved his name, but with the amount of people who butchered his name, I'd probably go the same route as he did. Nuke is one of the GomoTenshi. He was the lucky card the Tirentionists gave us occasionally. Instead of the Corvicts meal, we were Nuke's toy to play with for punishment. Though he also helped feed everyone, and gave us the barest of basic needs. There's no fun if we aren't alive to watch our demise. Nuke has never personally brought me to his torture chamber. When he's on his lunch duties, he sometimes spares a second to talk to me. Honestly, I swear this was the main reason I have kept my sanity.
My only acknowledgment I made was turning toward him, looking up. His hair looked like the depth of the ocean, always flowing in his face. He usually kept it slicked back, but today he kept it down in it's wild beauty. His piercing black eyes stared back at me as I curled in a tighter ball.
"You're usually starving, what's up," he said, flatly.
I wrapped my arms around my stomach as tight as possible, and dropped my gaze. I felt sick, there was no way I was going to eat. I didn't feel like I deserved it honestly. The disgrace I felt, I was so fucking ashamed. I didn't want to come out of my shell after last night.
Nuke wipes my face, alerting me that I had hot tears streaming down my face. I look into his midnight eyes, seeing him perched on his knee. "You don't have a scratch on you, so it wasn't the Corvicts, and I know it wasn't me," he cautiously drawls out. "What did Susan do?"
He searches my grey and hazel eyes, with slight concern. Suddenly his face turns to stone, he looks pissed. "She took it too far this time, didn't she?"
My gaze hit the ground, and I dug my nails into my skin. Flashes from last night trying desperately to claw it's way out of my mind. He snatched my hands away from me, snapping me out of my trance. "None of that."
