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Nap

With Brett gone, sleep began to lull at him. He was exhausted from his lack of sleep, masturbation session and from socializing. Despite socializing being exhausting, Eddy missed Brett's presence, especially with sleep around the corner ready to jump him.

He whimpered. Sleep wasn't the only thing that was filling him, but anxiety as well. Fear of the unknown, fear of his mind, longing for reassurance. Everything swarmed in his head. Carefully he pulled the shirt to his nose, trying to let the smell reassure him once again until the darkness took him.

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Ray took his post outside the guest room doors, to make sure the prisoner wouldn't try to escape once again.

He had to make sure not to be tricked by any of the assassin's petty tricks like Inu had. If he wanted to keep his job, he couldn't be fooled or outwitted.

Ray took a deep breath, causing his muscles to relax.

The man jumped from an inhuman shriek that filled his ears.

" what the–" Ray cut himself off realizing it came from the bedroom he was guarding. What was going on? What was the thrashing noise? Was the prisoner in trouble? The latter would be impossible no one could get in or out of the room without someone knowing.

Slowly he knocked on the cherry wood," Hey are you okay?"

No answer, so his second knock was louder along with the use of his voice," Are you okay in there!"

This time he got something a loud whimper in reply, which really wasn't an answer. Maybe something was actually wrong?

Ray stood still listening, not sure what to do besides pressing his ear to the door out of concern and curiosity. Between whimpers, screams and sobs the assassin was muttering things. Things that Ray couldn't completely make out. He could pick up on a few words here and there, such as:

"Stop!"

"No!"

"Sorry!"

"Please!"

" I didn't mean to!"

Eddy seemed to keep repeating those words as if a chorus. Then it broke off into another, which was more of a loud sob that ripped through his chest.

Ray was certain that their captive was either having a nightmare or hallucinating something.

Both seemed probable at the time. Lack of sleep could cause hallucinations and obviously it could force the body into sleep.

Now Ray was left to decide what to do with these two theories in mind," Damn it"

He groaned to himself, burying his face into his hands. He shouldn't be feeling sympathetic towards this cold blooded killer, except he was.

With every sob his heart throbbed. It broke to pieces at the pitiful sounds, they were so small and vulnerable compared to the man they belonged to.

This was getting painful to hear, more so than was actually comfortable for Ray to handle. Then it all fell silent, no more screaming, sobbing or thrashing.

" Maybe I should get Brett," The Guard bit his lip nervously, not sure if he would be allowed to deal with it since the boss had been adamant with taking care of everything when it came to his special captive.

Speaking of the devil Brett could be seen coming down the hall right as Ray had his hand on the door.