Chapter one

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Gethan POV
I opened my eyes to see the bright white light, making that same annoying sound. I groaned as my stiff body moved, the bed was awful it was hard metal and a thin mat with an old blanket, "Another day." My voice was tired as was my body.
"GET UP PRINCES TIME TO DO YOUR MORNING WALK!" scar face yelled.
I moved my young slender body to my cell door and let out a small chuckle it had been two years and I was still not mad, I bite my fingernails as the guard came to my cell.
"Alright 34 nice and slow." His voice had a hint of unsureness and that made my senses tingle with delight,Oh man did I love the screamers how there body moves it gave me so much pleasure to watch them suffer.
"34 let's go!" he yelled
"Oh for goodness sake must you yell I know your marriage is a shit mess right now but hey life's good for me and I don't need your annoying prissy voice today." I snickered as his face redden I hit a nerve and man would I pay.
"Mr. Gethen, would you please sit down."
"Oh hello Ms...... Well whatever your name is now tell me why of all things you could have done with your pathetic excuse of a life did you chose to become a therapist?"
"Mr. Gethen where not here to talk about me where here to talk about you and your crime."
"Crime?".... "Ha it was no such thing I was how do I put this ah.... Being creative with what I had." I smirked my thin fingers where as cold as my heart.
"You believe what you did was not wrong?"
She sounded somewhat surprised..... that ticked me off a bit as if I was the stupid one in this conversation as if what I believed was dimmed fit was unworthy of such praise and there for I was put in this hell, well she is much stupider then I had first thought.
"It's a horrible world we live in, we are taught at a young children to be kind and share and all that bullshit, when in fact when we grow we realize no ones like that in the world we fight, steal etc. and what's the main purpose other than we are crouped souls that hunger for evil."
She took in a breath her chest rose and fell
"How old are you Mr. Gethan?"

"17."

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