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'Hot air from their mouths entangled between the small proximity of their flushed faces. His dagger pressed dangerously into her scarlet dripping throat. Her dagger slit into the...
A boy sat in the corner of a room. The walls were a disgusting shade of creme, bare of design; just as the whole room was. In the opposite corner of the boy was a single bed. It was entirely white except for a single patch of stain.
The sheets were all done up, as they usually were. The metal, rusted door was creaking- which didn't make sense because it was so rusted it was a complex challenge to even open it on its own.
Plus, there was no wind. Which wouldn't have mattered either way, since there were no windows. The only object marginally messy was the mini lamp attached to the metal headboard of the bed; the wires were tangled.
The boy sat in melancholy. He liked to imagine, think; anything that would entertain him mentally. The word boredom wasn't a word he could use anymore. He didn't know what time it was, whether he would be getting his food or not. He'd shattered the clock; the sound was disturbing his thoughts.
The door swung open and a lanky looking man walked in, gun in hand. His eyes were bloodshot red and most literally looked like he wanted to use the gun on himself.
The boy didn't move, viewing the man in utter boredom. The man sighed in exasperation and jogged over to grab the boy's arm and drag him roughly across the floor into and down the hallway. Still no emotion from the boy.
They reached a glass elevator and the man threw the boy in with a heavy gasp. The boy collapsed onto the floor of the elevator, watching as the man flexed his arm muscles. His face was red. Both their faces were. Ding.
The boy lay back, watching through the dirty glass, as he got higher and higher. He breathed out, a cloud of cold air forming before his eyes. Dragging himself weakly to his feet, he clutched the icy metal handle behind him. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut as he tried to rid of the headache making its usual appearance.
The ding of the elevator coming to a stop sounded like a thousand bees in his head. With a quick smack, he reddened his cheeks and inhaled before dropping his arms tightly to his sides, masking his pain with a nonchalant expression. He wobbled out of the glass form of transport with one quick step.
The immediate aroma of fresh oranges and sugar hit his nose. He snorted it in with pleasure.
The light sound of a breathy laugh caused the boy to shoot his head up rapidly. His eyes narrowed and his expression hardened. "0492, I see you've come to like the scent of our conference room?"
The boy stayed silent, watching as the two men in the room smirked mockingly and a woman hidden behind the two, shook her head in irritation. He knew who they were. He wished they would rot to death.
"Aren't you going to ask why we gave you the privilege of being up here?" Man number one raised his eyebrow with a grin. The boy stood as a statue would. Both men chuckled. Man number two shook his head, "No manners, I see."
The boy's nails dug into his palm, threatening to rip the skin. "0492, we have a project for you," The woman spoke up. Expectantly, man number two hit her across the face with one swift smack. The boy's breath hitched.
"Did we ask you to tell him? I don't think so. So do us a favor and shut up, sweetheart," He rolled his eyes, gazing over at her as if she were a stupid child. Clenching her jaw, the woman turned her chair, on the verge of tears. "0492, move. Here. Right now."
The icy air bit at his skin, his hair rising as he wobbled over to the two men and the one woman. Roughly grasping at his hair, man number one threw him to his knees, clutching his jaw between his hands and turning his face towards a foggy glass window. The boy inhaled sharply.
On the opposite side of the glass, lay a girl. She was beautiful. Her long blond locks were carefully laid to the side, her luscious-looking eyelashes shown over her shut eyes. Her cheeks were snow-white's sister, matching her full plump cherry lips. She lay upon a metal table; she wasn't breathing.
He already knew what they wanted him to do. No. He'd never. He couldn't. He rushed to his feet, his heart jumping out of his chest in extreme fear and reluctance. "No. No, no-" His head was slammed to the ground with a crack as he screamed out in agony.
No.
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