okAY, soo, when I said that you would be in for a big treat the next chapter... ya, so this chapter turned out to be too long, so I had to divide it into two separated ones. So really, the big BIG treat should be in the next chapter... I'm sorry??? I just feel like the next chapter would be more exciting that way.
BUT, this chapter is still 👀👀👀
I could only know whether it was day or night based on how tired I was feeling these past quintants.
It was so murky in here, no sign of natural daylight whatsoever, and the darkness managed to screw up my routine to a point where my eyelids always felt lidded and like they were weighted down by basalt rocks. So by the end of the fourth quintant spending locked up in Lotor's little penitentiary - for a crime I had certainly not committed, other than being impermissibly hot - I couldn't even be sure what time of the quintant it was anymore. All I could really do was get overly excited when my load of food came through the little hatch on one of my four concrete walls, because, food, and it was really the only exciting thing that happened in these tedious quintants of sitting trapped in the middle of four walls, rotting away. This was no different than me spending all the quintant in my room, only that my room was way more snug and safe than this den, and the food I would eat when I actually went out of my room was of way higher quality than this would ever be - I didn't even want to know what I was putting in my mouth. It was better that way. All I knew that it was incredibly disgusting and made my stomach churn with uncertainty.
But, as I shot my head up to take a look at my deliverer, I was always met with that same smirk from... who was she? A sturdy alien girl, a species unknown to me, but she looked more significant than just a server; she was probably one of Lotor's generals, if he had any of those here in this ship, and she was giving me real bad vibes. The way her ridiculously large, green lips expanded when she grinned, and the way her yellow-black eyes twinkled in some kind of smugness when she flashed me one of her signature smirks, always managed to make me press myself as far as I could against the wall behind me, until my spine started to ache and I winced visibly, making her guffaw so loudly that I swear that the floor vibrated. I always exhaled hard when I could see through the transparent wall in front of me that she left, her laugh echoing behind her. I swear that she fed off of my fear, or something.
But then there was this other alien girl, probably another general, that always reminded me of Keith, like a female, blue version of him, and her duty was to simply escort me to the restrooms, since my cage wasn't advanced enough to have one of those (I was just glad that they didn't make me take care of my needs right there in the lockup). This alien girl, Keisha, I had decided to name her, was always hard-set, uttered very limited words and never smiled, to the contrary of that other horrifying living-being. Her big, lemon yellow eyes was always set hard, her posture stiff, as if she was awaiting an attack any tic, and whenever she met my eyes, she gave me a look so sharp that I could swear that my eyes started to bleed. She both scared the living shit of me, but the sight of her also gave me severe heart cramps. I had spent many quintants being - willy-nilly - reminded of him, of every aspect of him and every goddamn angle of his face and tones of his voice and skin and every single thing that made Keith him, everything about him that drove me insane and resulted in me banging my head against the wall, but coming to an abrupt stop when I heard that devilish laugh again when my new load of food came. It didn't help that that blue alien girl Keisha needed to look so alike him, behave so much like him. I was almost tempted to ask if she had a brother...
A light click woke me up from my trance this time, and I sat up straight, eyeing Keisha from where she stood on the other side of the clear barricade between us, tapping her long fingers on something out of sight for me, before the wall in front of me swelled open, forming a door-like gap in the middle, big enough for me to go through. I immediately stood up, stretching out my legs, cracking my neck.
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