Sam: Imprisoned (Book 3)

Bruises Get Bloody

  After about an hour of me sitting on the bed with nothing but my thoughts and bruises, my guard led me down the hall. He paced toward a room then motioned for me to enter so I stepped in. The door closed behind me so I observed the room around me. There were white tiles beneath me and I quickly noticed the clean showers towards the right. Then I observed a nearby shelf with folded clothes placed on it. I picked up the outfit and examined it to find out that it would fit me perfectly. Although it was as plain as clothing could be because it was just a well-fitted white t-shirt and some high-waisted jeans. 
  Disregarding the boringness of the clothes, a smile flickered on the edges of my lips then I raced to the shower and turned it on. There was fresh shampoo, conditioner, and soap placed inside the shower. There was even a personal white loofa for me! The water was warm against my stressed body which made the shower seem long and pleasant. However, no matter how long I stayed under the water, I knew I had to get out sometime. So, I turned the shower off, dried myself off, then changed into clean, dull clothes.
  The room was filled with steam so when I opened up the door the warm air flowed out of the room. A rush of cold air slammed into me while my guard - that was waiting near the door - went back to grabbing my wrist and pulled me through the hall. I bit my tongue from the pain but he soon shoved me into my cell and locked the door behind him.
  Another few hours passed by until I got the routine dinner. It was the same for lunch, pizza. Even though it was cold now, it was still amazing the second time as I scarfed the food down. After the meal, it was another day in the life of a prisoner as they turned the lights off for me and allowed me to get some sleep. Luckily, this sleep was hollow with no dreams or nightmares to chase me so I got enough rest for the next day.

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  "Let's go, sweetpea," my guard mocked as he snatched my wrist. He wasn't easy today at all as he squeezed my wrist so tightly it felt like it was about to break into two.
  Guessing that the man was always so rough to show authority, I was about to make my tongue bleed from me pressing down too hard so I wouldn't show how much pain he was causing me. A jagged gasp left my mouth as he yanked me closer to him since I was apparently going too slow. Then the man swung me into the lunchroom by my wrist.
  The pressure was becoming too much which made me want to scream in agony but I tried to hold it back. Unfortunately, I couldn't stop the sound but it luckily wasn't a scream. Instead, it came out as a small squeak of misery that I thought would go unnoticed. However, Tony was standing closer to me than I had figured because his head snapped in my direction.
  Hoping Tony would ignore it, I kept my head low only to feel Stark grab my hand. My gaze quickly shot up to see him examining the blue and purple band circling my wrist. So my heart started beating faster in fear that he would say something and get himself in trouble.
  "Hey," Stark ordered the guards. Which made me plea in my head that he would ask nicely to be a little bit more gentle.
  Alas, that's not what happened at all as he stepped away from me and paced toward the group of guards huddled near the door. He stepped in front of my guard that dragged me everywhere and looked him dead in the eyes. Then, he did something that shocked me. Tony, without even blinking, slammed his fist right into my guard's face. It only took two seconds for the man's nose to start bleeding so the guard took a surprised step back. There was a long pause of everyone wondering what to do, but my guard acted first as he jumped towards Stark to pummel him back. Although, his buddies quickly grabbed him and held him back since no one was allowed to actually hurt Tony.
  Cockily, Stark leaned closer to my guard so he was right in the guard's face as he spoke softly but forcefully, "If I see one more bruise or just the tiniest, little cut on her - even so much as a hair out of place - then I will make your life hell," Tony threatened.
  Without any emotion, Tony turned around back toward me and placed his hand on my back to get me to follow him. So I walked beside him as we slid to the lunch table with food. This time it was spaghetti so the two of us grabbed the food and sat together at the table. Behind me, I could hear some of the guards pulling my guard outside so he wouldn't be in the same room as Tony.
  I didn't start eating as I leaned closer to my parental guardian, "Thanks, Tony."
  He decided he wasn't eating yet either as he picked my hand back up and stared at the bruise wrapped around my wrist. Tony started gently massaging my wrist as he kept his eyes on the bruise, "If anything like this happens, you tell me."
  My gaze turned sharp as I glared at him, "But don't ever pull a stunt like that! You could've been in serious trouble or next time the other guards might not be able to hold him back."
  "Sam-," Tony tried to stop my rant after he let my hand go.
  So I snapped, "What?"
  "Your spaghetti is getting cold," Tony pointed out.
  The shock factor hit me first which made me have to process his words. Did he just completely change the subject on me? I huffed in irritation but turned back to my food. I was too hungry to protest so I twirled my plastic fork into the food and watched as it spun. After a few minutes of staring at my food in thought, I finally started eating it.
  The time was up and I had eaten half of my food but that was all I could manage anyway because my stomach felt like it was in knots. Tony and I both stood up as we turn toward the guards. The thought that this had become so routine and familiar made me sick to my stomach and infuriated. I hated that I was getting used to this and I wanted everything just to leave this awful place.
  "Come on," a guard ordered and reached toward my wrist that they've gotten used to guiding me with.
  As soon as the man touched my sore wrist, I winced and snarled out an, "Ow."
  Realization flashed into the guard's eyes as he took a step back, cleared his throat then mumbled, "Sorry, miss."
  Which made me hold back a smirk when the man actually had to be nice toward me. The guard stood behind me and motioned for me to move so I walked toward the lunchroom door. I exited the room and walked down the familiar, normal white hall to my cell. As I peered around my boringly gray and glum cell that was beginning to come so familiar to me, the guard closed and locked the thick, metal door behind me.

(So far, no escape plan. Is someone going to come to rescue them or are they going to have to figure it out themselves? Hopefully, we'll find out soon! Thank you my lovely readers for enjoying the story <3
~~~~~ LL2z)