New Rogue in Town

Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Crash... Bang...

The noises followed one after the other, coming closer and closer. My eyelids struggled to open themselves and I found myself shivering from the chill that had seeped into my bones. The blanket had been useless and if it weren't for my shoes, I was sure my toes would have fallen off.

"Good morning Halo." Anton's cheery voice echoed into the cell. The paper I had written on last night had miraculously disappeared and so was the pencil. It was as if it had all been a dream but then my hand was aching. Mixed feelings about the piece of paper kept me from answering Anton. I was half glad they were missing; Anton would never be able to read them, and I was half worried; whoever had them now could read everything about myself.

"Halo... I said good morning." Anton growled menacingly. I jumped, startled at the deep voice. I had almost forgotten that he had been hovering over me.

"Good morning." I squeaked. My voice came out softer than I had anticipated. Fear had gripped my voice box tight with a fist and hardly any sound came out. I just hoped Anton had heard it. He didn't exactly look like a morning person and I most certainly didn't want to be embraced into his morning routines. I could see his grazed knuckles which were held in tight fists. He looked prepared to throw a punch at any notice.

"I'm glad you haven't lost your voice completely. Today, I've decided that your friends aren't coming. We're going to have send them a present." Anton grinned sadistically and cracked his knuckles. The sound filled the room with the intense size of his fists. It was going to hurt an awful lot. Nothing was going to prepare for what was to come.

"Wait a second..." I objected feebly. What was I going to do? My eyes flickered all around the room but they didn't pinpoint anything useful. Only the sound of unlocking keys rebounded in my head. Lola was still fast asleep. I couldn't wake her up. Not if she had to wake up to pain. I'd rather she never have to witness anything like this. She was sick enough and her finger was proof of it. I didn't have many other options other than that.

In a last attempt to delay Anton's advance I grabbed the bedsheet off of Lola. It'd work better with a towel; that was all I thought before I spun it around until it twisted into a thick rope. The cell door was unlocked. Anton's hulking figure blocked out all light from the rectangular opening. Not even a baby could squeeze through any tiny gaps.

"Don't you want to give your so called 'friends' a present?" Anton asked with such honesty, it scared me. He really wanted to go through with this. It wasn't just about tormenting me, it was about the act of it.

"No! Stay away..." I sobbed. My back pressed against the stained walls. I no longer cared if I was pressed against excretions or left over products. What did I do to deserve this?

My body acted on its own. Self-defence had me raising my shaking arms to protect my face. I had been aiming for the neck. I didn't know why. Maybe it was the fantasy that the blanket could strangle this grown man to death but I missed. Even if the sound of it whipped through the air, Anton didn't duck. He laughed at me before it slapped him across the face. I felt the tips of it graze across his open eyes and then his howl followed.

I had just written my death sentence.

"I'm sorry!" I screamed as Anton rubbed at his eyes. I hadn't meant for his face. My aim was terrible most of the time. I dropped the blanket before I could inflict more damage. If I did, then I was sure the repercussions would be worse.

"F**king b*tch!" Anton swore so loudly that even Lola shot up in bed. Her eyes widened in amazement and then horror at Anton's body that towered over my trembling frame.