Thorns (Sequel to A Dozen Roses)

Chapter 7 Prisoner

Chapter 7
Seto POV

They say a willing man should not be considered a prisoner. A man who agrees to murder could could never be considered a prisoner.

But here I was.

My body was broken and scarred, so was my mind. The burns that ran down my arms were my stripes. They showed each day that I failed my orders.

The slashes that covered my back burned when I moved but showed when I wasn't fast enough.

The tip of the knife dragging down my chest every single day showed that I had survived another day. That I had lived to be a prisoner another day longer.

Today was another day.

The buzzing sounded and my eyes shot open. I was late. I shot to my feet feeling dizzy for a moment but made my way across the cell to the small sink.

Turning on the water I splashed a handful not my face wiping it off with my arm. I didn't wear a shirt, it wasn't allowed. I made my way to the door of my cell still sleepy and stumbling.

The door opens and I'm allowed to exit. My stomach grumbles needing food, but I'm not allowed to eat yet. I eat when he allows me too.

I make my way down the hall, bare feet shuffling against the cold floor. They hurt but I don't mind anymore. I stand in front of a door letting my hand hover over the handle before I grasp it and open the door.

A cold breeze makes me shiver as I step out into the yard. Woods all around me. I'd tried running once, I'd never make that mistake again. I had been punished with six lashings across my back and sometimes I could still feel the cold leather smack against my back.

Ghost joins me outside a few moments later, but I keep my eyes on the floor. When your a prisoner, you don't look your owner in the eyes. It's a rule.

"I see you're learning well Seto." His hand shoots out and smacks across my cheek. It stings but I don't flinch, "That's for being late, don't do it again or you'll get much worse than a smack."

He motions me to follow him acrosso the yard towards a small shed. I've never been inside here. He unlocks the door and pulls it open clicking on a light.

At the far end of it is a cabinet. A tall metal one with rust running down the seems. He opens it and inside is something I haven't seen in so many years.

"It's your old uniform. Resized of course." Its something I wore from the age of four to thirteen. Deadlox wore one similar to mine but different. "You'll be wearing this again. Get into it."

The uniform consists of black jeans with extended pockets and wider back pockets. It's a tight but stretchy fit for better movement.

The shirt is a white button up with a black jacket over it. I buttoned only three buttons on the jacket leaving the top of the white shirt visible.

The boots go up to the middle of my shin, they're laced up and feel right on my feet. The boots are steel toed.

A red tie makes the entire uniform. I look like a proper gentlemen; ready to take a guy or girl on a date. I look in the mirror on the back wall of the cabinet.

My face is pale and my hair is a mess. I do my best to make it presentable but it looks like I've been sleeping in a tumbleweed. It's long too, a few inches past my shoulders.

"Here, put up that mane of yours." It's a hair tie, and a black hat. I throw my hair into a ponytail and tuck it into my hat.  I stare at myself in the mirror.

I guess a prisoner must wear their uniform.

"Come on bitch, were going out." I hear him exit the shed and I'm hurry to follow behind him. It's my job to follow his orders.

"Where are we going?" I ask quietly. He stops and I fear he's going to turn around and smack me. Instead he flicks a piece of dirt off his pant leg and keeps walking.

"You're going to take a good friend of mine out. Make no mistake today and you'll surely be rewarded." I nod my head quietly, "Now this gentleman you've met before, he's armed, and he's expecting us for a deal. Do anything you can to earn his trust and eliminate him. Understand me?"

"Yes sir." I mumbled and he grins.

"Good. Because don't you forget, you're my soldier and my prisoner."

He's right.

I am his prisoner. It's my job to do as I'm told. I'd do exactly what was ordered of me to do and I would speak no words against it. It's against my rules.

I am his prisoner. Because I choose to do this for my children. For my son who may not share my blood but I'd go to war for him. For my two little girls that are probably wondering where their daddy has run off too. Honestly they all probably think I'm dead.

Sometimes it's easier to have them think that. I won't see them again. Once Ghost is done with me I'll be killed and my children will be safe.

I would do anything for them. I'm a prisoner here to Ghost. But I make things easier on myself. By keeping myself and my thought inside my head.

By staying a prisoner of my own mind.

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Hey guys! Here's what's going on with Seto! Hope you enjoyed! Next chapter were taking a look at Mitch and what's on that SD Card.

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~Shadow