Hear Me Out (Sebastian Solace X Reader)

Prison Life 💅💅⭐️✨️✨️

It was the same everyday for what felt like lifetimes. A guard would bang on the cell's bars of each prisoner's cell yelling and shouting for us to wake up. I'd get up from my solid bed in a robotic way as my limbs would always be too stiff from the awkward way my body rested on the provided bed.

I would then wait at my door to wait for the irritably loud buzzer to ring out through the hallway, the hallway that held all the cell rooms. the buzzer indicating that the doors were unlocked. After that I head to the commons and eat breakfast. it would be days old stale bread with butter and a carton of milk.

The day could be me reading a book in my cell or could be me working out in the weights room. no matter what I would do, I was rotting away in this shit hole of hell that was made for people like me. Who were people like me? I have forgotten what I had done outside of this cramped prison. I only knew my past life way before my crime.

I had a mundane life. I was still in highschool at the time. junior year. I had little to no friends. On weekends I slept in and stayed home. On weekdays I went to school doing the bare minimum to pass by. it wasnt that i was dumb it was that i was already burnt out from school. I just wanted to be done.

I had hobbies but they never really stuck to me, they were all fleeting things to do to pass the time at home.

Home.

Home?

The more I thought about the word the less it became a word in my mind. What was home like? Did I live with my parents or was I already living by myself in an apartment?

I shut my eyes as I was brought back to reality, the thing that bought me back to life was a headache. I was in my cell with a book laid on my lap but looked as if I dropped the book, losing my place where I was reading.

I had lost my life in my youth, I had done something reckless, but what? Now I'm older, in my prime, rotting my life away in a musty and stale prison cell for the rest of my life.

I wanted to cry but all I did was throw the book off my lap. The book was weak and the spine ripped when it made harsh contact with the concrete wall. I looked at the ripped book with hatred. I had already read the story over and over again. It was one of the small amounts of things that I was allowed to bring with me when I was ‘arrested’.

My arrest was more like legal kidnapping. I was at ‘home’ until I was woken by something jostling me around. I couldn't see and I was gagged with something over my mouth. I tried screaming over the gag but it was muffled. I knew I was being transported as the ground beneath me rumbled. I was in a truck being hauled away.

Thats how I brought to this prison and was told I was caught for my crimes against

United States Department of Commerce

United States Department of Homeland Security

United States Department of Health and Human Services

United States Department of Justice

United States Department of Agriculture

United States Department of Veterans Affairs

United States Department of the Interior

United States Department of Labor

United States Department of Defense

United States Department of Energy

United States Department of the Treasury

Federal Trade Commission

Social Security Administration