Brainwashed

Chapter 2

Drac's POV

It was my shift again, and I will admit I was kind of looking forward to seeing the red head again. Wait...is that an emotion? I don't even know anymore.

"Hello again. I can tell it's you by the way you hold yourself. You're more human than the others."

I waved.

"So, are you guys ever going to feed me, or is that how you're planning on killing me? I would much prefer to be shot, you know."

How could anyone be so calm in the face of death? And why hasn't he been fed? BLind is a lot of things, but they don't starve their prisoners. I made a mental note to smuggle him some food tomorrow. Is pity an emotion? It might be.

"I have to wonder what goes through the mind of someone who doesn't talk. Would you take your mask off? I want to talk to a person, not a mask."

I shook my head.

"Well, can you at least take the gun out of my throat? It's really uncomfortable."

I thought about it, and didn't see how much harm it would do, so I lowered my gun.

"Thanks. Do you have a name?"

I shrugged.

"Did you forget your name?" he seemed shocked.

I nodded.

"If it makes you feel better, you're my favorite guard. Am I your favorite prisoner?" he flashed me a beautiful smile.

I nodded.

"Yay! Anyway, do you not remember anything about your past life? No friends, no family, no lovers?" he gave me a flirtatious looking grin.

I shook my head.

"That must be hard. I would personally fall into depression but that's just me. Do you even have emotions?"

I shook my head.

Soon enough my shift was over, and I went to do some other jobs.

Party Poison's POV

The Drac was actually really nice, and I found myself feeling sorry for him. Maybe I should break him out if I ever escape.

A/n Is anyone actually reading this? If so do you like it?