Prison Walk

Prison Walk - Chapter 2

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In the prison, time was an immobile creature, like a ripple-less crystal liquid, still and un-moving. In the prison, the days that used to pass in a flash for Levi seemed to lengthen, while the nights that he used to lay awake on his bed seemed to shorten.

A week had flown by and Levi felt ancient. Was it really only seven days gone? To Levi, who was currently trapped in a barred cell, a few centuries had already passed and he was prepared for his eternal sleep. Life in this kind of hellhole was too tedious. Sure, Levi hated dramas. However, he had came into a conclusion that he hated staring at the disgusting, half-corrupted cell wall with slimes decorating it's rotting surface, paired up with moss and algae for hours, even more.

Levi hated this shitty place. Not that he did not hate everything and everyone in general, but this hellhole was special, managing to earn Levi sincere hatred. Levi despised the food here, which mostly looked like it was regurgitated from someone stomach and tasted about the same. Levi disliked Horse-Face, whose glares prickled his sensitive neck throughout the day into the night, poisoned with accusations and a strong dislike. Levi wanted to kick the law in its shin, laws which did not permit him to do some cleaning, allowing the mess to remain on those fucking walls safely.

Levi believed that he hated everything in this shitty place, until he saw something. Or rather, someone. Then he changed his mind: he did not hate everything.

If there was something to look forward to in this seemingly timeless place, it was mealtime. Well, not exactly mealtime, since Levi would rather stand in front of the metal bars nude than to eat the 'food' provided -he sometimes did eat, for Levi still wanted to live-, Levi was looking forward to something other than feeding himself.

For some reasons, during mealtime, it was always Jaeger who brought his food over. Sure, it made perfect sense that it was that brat's duty to do so, for he was the guard nearest to Levi -even nearer than before since he decided that the wall directly in Levi's line of vision was suitable to be his new post- so he should be the one handling Levi's meals, but Levi was pretty sure that the said brat's duty did not include passing him notes.

Levi did not know the ulterior intention behind Jaeger's motives, -to be truthful, since he did not bother to actually ponder about it, he would not know- but after the said brat 'accidentally' had his pencil dropped in Levi's cell, the note passing were then practiced quite frequently. Not that he disliked it, on the contrary, Levi had found this strictly forbidden interaction pleasing, and maybe a little... arousing.

Notes were mostly exchanged when food was given to him, the gleam of golden mischief bright in the oceanic orbs when his notes were being read and finally a quick cuff on Levi's head when his usually untouched food was being retrieved. This was secretly what Levi looking forward to, though he would rather eat a shitting bug than to let another person into this little secret of his.

Sighing -louder than necessarily-, Levi stretched himself like how a cat would after a lazy nap, both of his palms pulled open behind him and his back arched. Recalling his most recent conversation with Jaeger. Levi agreed with his libido that the brat might be the his most fatal undoing, since it was not an everyday occurrence for some random stranger -a man, furthermore- to succeed in turning on Levi, who was sexually inactive for an impossible long stretch of time.

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"Hey old man!" Jaeger's teasing voice bounced off the spotted walls of Levi's prison, amplifying it rapidly and pointlessly before it reached his small dainty ears.

"What the fuck? I'm only twenty-three, shit for brain!"

Jaeger grinned, proud that he had made Levi dropped his mask the second times that day, unconsciously showing his anger to everyone in his sight. By the time Levi was aware of that damn brat's carefully -not really, he had merely listened to his gut instinct- constructed plan, his usual blank and detached face was stripped yet again, three days in a row.