Man in the Wall (Who is he?)

Chapter 43 - Picked the wrong damn punishment

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Vivian's POV:

Why me?

This is downright barbaric. I don't deserve this.

I don't deserve these shackles claiming my bare body as their own, clawing deeper into my raw skin with every tug. Or the chilly bars carving patterns into my exposed flesh. Not to mention the leather strap wrapped so tightly around my neck, it cuts off half my air supply. One would assume the wooden floor to be beneficial comparing it to the cold cement floor, but the chipped pieces of wood say otherwise. My hands alone contain enough splinters to form a few matchsticks. I used to get them out as soon as I could at first. Now I just don't see the point in doing so anymore.

This is utter madness. I'm only seventeen for crying out loud. It has been four whole days since he chained me up in here. Why is this animal incapable of letting me go!? Why hasn't Peggy come to fetch me yet? She promised to keep me safe.

Stop whining and looking for someone else to blame. You put yourself in this mess, so you have to deal with it!... Jess voices and I can't help but roll my eyes so far back it causes a sharp pain in my forehead.

Maybe I should have just listened to Michael. Kept my head low and obeyed like the loyal servant they arrogantly demand me to be. Now I'm stuck here, in a poorly lit room crammed with unoccupied rusty cages and me as it's only prisoner. She's right, it is my fault that I'm stuck in here.

You don't wear self-pity well so stop. Just accept what you-... Shut up, Jess! Please.

No. Get your act together. You're stronger than this... "Okay okay okay! I get it! Just shut up!" I yell out needing the voice in my head to leave me alone.

"It's barely been five days and you're already losing your shit," a voice haphazardly announces and my head snaps up so quickly I accidentally knock it against the iron bars of the rust-covered cage.

Natural reflex compels me to try and sooth the pain by bringing my hands up to my head in a protective manner, yet these damn chains prevent me from doing just that. So here I sit, with a throbbing pain in the back of my head and a high pitched echo ringing throughout my ears.

"But don't worry, you've got company. Guess who else chose the bowl."With those words being uttered, I slowly twist my neck to the side to see who had entered the decaying room. It's none other than Michael himself, dragging along a pretty cocoa beauty with a collar around her neck to one of the cages.

"Go fuck yourself you deluded prick!" she backfires.

She looks familiar... I can't help but think. I squint my eyes while staring at her, trying to figure out where exactly it is that I saw her. My eyes widen as the realization hits me. She's the girl with the check shirt that Steven had to punish the day we all arrived here. The one that stood her ground and pissed off Marcus.

Wow, this girl hasn't changed one bit. Her confidence still reaches the sky above the clouds, I'm impressed. It seems they haven't managed to break her spirit yet. I guess that explains how we ended up with the same dilemma. We're both head strong, but I do believe that she's stronger. Even though I mentally lost myself for a few days and accepted my place here, doesn't mean I'll allow these egotistical bone-heads to treat me like a piece of gum stuck to the sole of their fecal boots. I'm still a human being and should rightfully be treated as one.