Something filthy about Mr.Haynes

Rotten

Dungeons.
Serene's POV

The days are always starting the same now.

Crippling in the darkness, praying for some mercy, crying for my own death, the only salvation from this hell, from this state of mind I am trapped in.

Hours and hours of overwhelming nothingness and emptiness. I am blankly staring in front of me, for days watching same cockroaches finishing off my meal that I didn't even try. At first they are crawling around the plate, carefully, as if trying to figure out the trap they're about to walk into. And the moment they realise i'm not about to even move a finger to stop them, they dig in into that little peace of rotten bread and start their feast. And then they would go for water, sneaking into the glass as if into magical tunnel, not minding the half dead fly drowning for the second day already.

"Yeah, go ahead, help yourselves!"-i encourage them and become silent right away disturbed of my cracking sore voice.

Yeah, days now always start the same, in creepy basement, with no way out.

I can't say that i already got used to these days or anything like that, but i just... i don't know for sure what is it I am feeling.

Everything that is surrounding me seems like some kind of sick routine. I catch myself drifting into this terrified reality, where i already know what is waiting for me. And I live with this waiting. And I am slowly loosing my mind, my faith and humanity and honestly- I am loosing my hope on escaping.

Every morning someone is coming to the dungeon cell that i am locked in and start terrorising me. I am now only a captive. I don't get to wear mesmerising dresses and crystal shoes as a cinderella. I am torn away of that amazing chamber for a sin I couldn't control. "I forbid you to think of him,"-the Duke once said.

I can't to not think of him.

Simple and plain.

I can't forget him.

Marathael enjoys punishing me for the broken horn, that now is brightly reflecting the light as a little white spot, coming through the peephole. He always picks the thickest scourge and beats me hard, till there shows up springs of blood or till i am loosing consciousness.

What can I say? Same old, same old.

Sometimes he doesn't even wait for me to wake up from another nightmare, as his heavy feet start kicking.

Sometimes I laugh sarcastically. Sometimes I laugh hysterically because this all so remind me of the days in Mr.Haynes's white and fancy lab room. Lab 9. His torture kingdom.

Sometimes on the afternoon one evil soul is sneaking in and feeding me secretly. Fighting and yelling I don't try a damn peace. I better die than i am fed as another lab rat. Just like Chad did. Truth is, sometimes Chad was bringing me water. When he was in a good mood. Sometimes he was coming and humiliating me till I break down and cry only to see how much of me is still left. Sometimes Chad was taking care of my wounds and giving food, but i never took it from him.

"Am I still a human?"-i used to ask him on the days like these. In a crippling silence, where only his cold breath scattered around the white lab 9.

"You still are!"-he used to inform me so naturally, as if stating the dinner is ready.

I never had a dinner.

Never had a clean plate nor the fresh glass of water.

I used to glare madly at him, gazed at him with eyes full of disgust whenever he showed up. And then he yelled at me and slapped me, and then yelled again.

Sometimes he was feeding me by force. "Guinea pig!"-he used to yell,-"that's who you are!"

And I believed him. I did. I was all those things he called me.

Sometimes he was bounding me and giving IV. And then he was beating me again until i was screaming of pain. Not to stop, no. But to finish me off already.

"You are going nowhere, S!"

But the hardest part was, truthfully, the day of Sunday morning, the frightening day, when the new potion was ready and he had to test it.

Now I am a captive. With same rules, but different torturer.

"The king is about to rise. Just a little bit more. Just wait few days more."

"I might not be here in a little bit more. I am fading, Cecil. You should go. You're a traitor right now. They would kill you."

"And after everything we did,"-he tilts his hairy black face and squints his eyes at me,-"poor human, you still care for me. You are a marvellous creature, human. Why are you still so good and pure?"

"Because that's all that is left of me."

"Just wait a little bit more." And he left. Scattered into the darkness of a cell and disappeared behind the peephole.

I didn't see Cecil for few days now and according to his worried eyes, I knew very well something's coming. Was it my court? Or was it my salvation?

And I wait. Another hour, another day, watching the same cockroaches feasting on the rotten bread.

Same day. Warehouse.
Chad's POV

"Things are getting out of control. I need my army. Now."

"They are ready, my king. But Marathael..."

"He can go screw himself."

"The Duke would be ready, I give my head for a word."

"You have a cute head, Cecil. And I need you focused."

"Is this true, my king? You fell for the human?"

"She's more than just a human. Can't you see that?"

"I do. And I do not understand."

I fix my tie and put on a black Jacket. "Let's go. It's Tuesday. We can't miss the chit-chat."