Regrets (H20Vanoss) DISCONTINUED

Chapter 10 - A New Room

Evan POV

"Rise and shine its breakfast time!" a familiar voice sang, echoing throughout the concrete hallways.

I got up slowly, tired from the lack of sleep, and stood at my cell door. A routine everyone had to do otherwise a tick would be added onto their list. Meaning you owed a lesson, also known as a hour of torture, of some sort.

The paper with your ticks is outside your door preventing you from seeing it, so you have to ask others how many you had and trust they're telling the truth. I hardly ever asked, it didn't matter to me. My list was always full with ticks. I got called tough by the other slaves, but I just hate Mark, and hate doing shit for him.

Two people with guns passed me with another guy behind them with many trays. He shoved a tray under the cell door. A block of brown muck with red specs in it laid on the tray with a silver cup of water. The food was never appetizing, but if you didn't eat you got another tick on your paper. Plus I needed the energy. Since my last lesson, Mark ordered that I go 2 days without food for not being obedient.

I picked up the tray and walked to a corner of my cell. I knew today I'd get some sort of punishment. As I ate I wondered about what my punishment could be. Sometimes it was hard to remember what kinds they are, since after a few years of consistent punishment they kinda blend together. I know the other slaves got punished by other people, and only occasionally by Mark. I always got Mark, only a few times have I been tortured by Jack.

"You know I'd never do that to you" an Irish accent echoed throughout the hallway. I knew it was probably Jack apologizing to Mark. But that's nothing new.

I looked out my door bars from where I was sitting and saw everyone else cower back into their cells. I don't really blame them. Its not a fun experience to be tortured.

"Mhm sure, go get Evan and bring him out here" Mark said calmly. This is strange, Mark is normally shouting at Jack forcing him apologize profusely.

I shoved the empty tray to the corner of the cell and heard the door unlock revealing Jack. His hair appeared to be a darker green than before. I admit it looks good on him. He grabbed my arm and roughly pulled me up. Sure he's way skinnier than Mark but he was still stronger than me. I only blame the lack of nutrition in the food.

He shoved me into the hallway and towards Mark. I glanced at my paper and noticed the whole page was full of ticks. I kept my head up confidently and Mark smirked towards me.

"Ah there's my favourite pet," He over-pronounced the word pet and his face dropped "Always keeping me entertained with your disobedience, but its starting to bother me. Let's try something new shall we?"

He turned around and starting walking. Jack shoved me forward making me stumble to the ground. I heard him giggle to himself. Sick fuck.

Mark walked into a room I've never been in before. My heart started to race as I grew concerned. The room had chains in two corners, available to hold two people. I've always been tortured alone, not with someone else.

He made Jack chain me to one corner then go get something else. While Jack was gone Mark looked at me.

"You know whats very important in a relationship? Especially the kind I have with Jack. Most say that it's trust. But because of the person I am, it's fear. Fear of going against me, fear of not satisfying me. I notice this fear in Jack all the time. Although normally he is confident and happy with what he does. But lately, its like he has anxiety. So why would he be so scared if he didn't go against me?" Mark said calmly.

"Why are you telling me this?" I asked.

"I'm telling you this because if something happens. I want you to know why" He stepped toward me and bent down to look at me in my eyes.

"I want you to see the power you can have when someone fears you" He whispered deeply.

Jack came back with the person who stayed in the cell across from mine. I barely know him, but I've seen his list. He only has a few ticks. So, why is he here?

"Let me show you how your supposed to act." Mark walked away from me and pushed down the other guy, he chained him so he stood up with his arms above his head. Mark stepped over to Jack who handed him a small knife. "Be sure to take notes"

"No no no no. I'll do anything please" The other guy cried out, pulling against the chains. He clearly isn't prepared for this kind of 'treatment'. "I haven't done anything wrong. Tell him Jack, tell him"

All Jack did was lean against the door, smirking. He got enjoyment from this. So did Mark.

"See Evan. I didn't do anything yet and look at him." Mark said proudly with a smile on his face.

Mark took a step towards him and the guy starting shaking violently. Streams of tears coming from his eyes.

He suddenly threw the knife toward the guy and it went straight into his head making him go limp in the chains.

"What the fuck he didn't do anything!" I shouted.

"You think im not aware" he shouted. He looked up towards the ceiling and licked his lips "I don't care that he did nothing. He wasn't going to make it out in the real world if I sold him anyway. I gave up on him. But you, I wont give up on you. I will break you and you WILL learn"

He rolled his eyes and turned to face Jack. Jack's faced dropped and put his head down shaking his head no repeatedly as Mark whispered something to him.

Mark walked out of the room signalling Jack to follow, but he didn't. He waited until Mark was gone and rushed over to me.

"Please do what he says and cooperate. Please, i'll do anything to help you" His face showed concern and sadness. I was confused as to why he was acting this way. Maybe it was a trick, or maybe Mark threatened him. I was leaning toward the latter.

I said nothing and just looked at him. My eyebrows pushed together and confusion written all over my face. I remember what Mark said earlier, about Jack having so much fear it took over as anxiety. Jack is in a lot of trouble, Mark already knows Jack went against him. I'm just curious about what Jack did.

He sighed and stood up. Pulling his hair and his eyes started to water. What ever is wrong with him, it must be important to make him react this way. He glanced at me before leaving the room.

Now it was just me and a dead guy. Stuck in this grey room, dimly lit by a small ceiling light. I told myself not to look at him, but soon found myself turning my head to see him.

Marks knife embedded in his skull and his head laying on his chest. I continued looking at him, unable to look away. I thought I would be vomiting or crying but I felt nothing. I wondered what it felt like, or where he was now. The only thing that really came to mind was how uncomfortable that position is.

I looked away and decided to study the room instead. Four grey walls with one grey floor and ceiling. It reminded me of my cell, only it was larger than my cell. I knew how quickly I'll get bored of this room. I hated being the only alive person in here. At least, if I really wanted...I could make conversation with the dead guy. But that would be strange, I don't want to seem crazy.

I slouched against the corner and closed my eyes. Hoping to get some rest, I have no idea what Mark has in store for me.